Radioactive FartA dad tries to hide his pain with silent lies. The weight within him never dies as his heart slowly fries.
Before the sun he leaves his bed, his hungry son needs to be fed. When he returns, with steps like lead, he holds his son intertwined like thread.
They buzz and fuzz with eerie light, toxic green in the dead of night. Charged by work, radiating bright, a father's heart now being fried.
He wonders as his son releases a fart, "This way of life is breaking my heart. Why can't this toxic glow dispel the dark? My work and my love are worlds apart."
The tears fall in the dark against his life extinguishing the spark. Yet as dawn breaks he must embark, "Where is Engels and where is Marx?"
An explosion at the factory, an overloaded battery. In the mirror there's a scream. And there's never enough morphine.
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