Deuce: (n. 1. A two in cards or dice 2. A tie at tennis with both sides at 40 3. DEVIL -  used chiefly as a mild oath)

I followed thunder in my atomic shell

Pulse flowing 3 fold in a pleasant hell

I'm telling you there's something about chaos that sets it off

Tear it apart, become a part of the televised rebellion

Let them sell you a brand new anthem so you can smile

And feel good about the world today, oh well, we live in this orange haze

Everybody's got a mask over their face, watching the earth disintegrate

Infinite hordes of nameless faces

They're only replacements of perpetual stations, castrated by law

What about the feeling that brings a tolerance

From the hill we watched it burn

Everybody's cornered, properly sorted, and stowed below animation

I'm calling everybody's name, out of range, feeling, faint

Even the demons ain't the same

I don't wanna be them, but I feed them- got my reasons. Everybody's lungs taste air the same

Breathe in all your body needs. Amazes me: we conduct electricity

Shocked not by the people we see, but by the people that we touch. Such a mystery

No escaping decay

Beginning to hate how it's worth the wait

The mushroom cloud has arrived and we're all in line for a shot at floor seats

What about the feeling that brings a tolerance

From the hill we watched it burn

Everybody's cornered, properly sorted, and stowed below animation

No lateral movement

Termination like fluid

No use for the humans, problem solved

Relax be a casualty

Hide in the boundaries of morality speaking with a dirty tongue

What about the feeling that brings a tolerance

 From the hill we watched it burn

 Everybody's cornered, properly sorted, and stowed below animation