Thinking of what I thought was meant to be
I survived the blast but will I survive the fallout
Trying to scavenge through the debris
No one replies when I call out
I must be alone in this waste land
How much of this will I withstand
The poison in the air that still lingers
That will kill you even if its in your fingers
Spreads faster than the black plague
Why is it so infectious, it\'s a mystery, even vague
1700 dead every day, sometimes more
This isn\'t about nuclear war.