[Intro] [A deep, synthesized pipe organ plays a low, mournful chord. Underneath, a Geiger counter clicks rapidly, becoming part of the percussion. A heavy, slow beat enters with a metallic, echoing snap.] [Verse 1] The sky is a veil of ionizing gold The gospel of the atom is the story being told I’m the priest of the fission, the monk of the core Blessing every shadow on the bunker floor. I don’t need a temple, I don’t need a pew The world is a relic that I’m making new I’ve got the sacraments in a lead-lined box I’m the master of the keys and the heavy-water locks. [Chorus] [The music swells into a huge, "Plastic Beach" style synth arrangement—sweeping and cinematic. A haunting, distorted choir sings in the background.] Oh, feel the warmth of the second sun! The prayer of the fallout has only just begun! Kneel before the isotope, bow before the glow I’m the harvest of the seeds that you didn’t mean to sow! (Praise the burn! Praise the light!) [Vocal effect that sounds like a radio breaking up] (Everything is glowing in the dead of the night!) [Verse 2] [The beat drops back to a minimalist, "Tomorrow Comes Today" bass throb. The Geiger counter clicking intensifies.] I’ll baptize the city in a beautiful heat And wash away the sins of the digital street. You were looking for a savior in a silicon chip? I’m the white-hot kiss on a trembling lip. The reactor is my altar, the coolant is my wine I’m rewriting the DNA to make it divine The blue light of Demonfyre is shining on you Underneath the mushroom cloud of a cobalt blue. [Bridge] [The music becomes chaotic and overwhelming. High-pitched, "stinging" synths mimic the feeling of radiation.] Critical mass! The spirit is full! Feel the magnetic, irresistible pull! From the rods to the wires, from the core to the bone I’m sitting on a glowing, radioactive throne! (Meltdown... Imminent...) [The audio begins to "melt," slowing down and warping in pitch] (Meltdown... Imminent...) [Chorus] Oh, feel the warmth of the second sun! The prayer of the fallout has only just begun! Kneel before the isotope, bow before the glow I’m the harvest of the seeds that you didn’t mean to sow! [Outro] [The music cuts to a very quiet, high-pitched ringing sound. The Geiger counter slows down... click... click... click.] (Behold...) (The radiance...) (Amen...) [A final, booming organ chord that echoes into a long, static-filled silence.]
