Grave: Sarcasmo e rabbia
Faites confiance à la société pas
Uranium waste – gets stored away at night
Recursive notations from the Chernobyl site
Gas cooled reactors sweat like galloping cattle
From Toxic City products, they bang and rattle;
One million years wasted, the nature of gods
Burning the atmosphere from spent fuel rods.
We’re living for tomorrow, dieing for today
Struggling for a living, denied the right to say;
With legeracy becoming a failing hope
When the Shut Down Method is unable cope,
Organization overlords and those who misuse
Oblivious to the millions the company did lose.
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With control systems centric, such a total waste
Complete rubbish software – cobbled in haste.
As the invisible King’s cloths, such fine regalia
Forgetting to mention, the systems’ a total failure!
Watch the gullible dance to the simplest tune
Polluted atoms, they’ll break down too soon.
Like a blind clown’s incompetence, polluted dreamer
Expect Hinckley Point now turned Fukushima.
Sortir du nucleaire there is no second try
Excuses galore when – the birds fall from the sky,
9,000 megawatts of impending gloom
Apologies for the airborne, radioactive plume.
A population of millions unaware the burning rocks
Nuclear Toxic imbalance, beware the paradox.
High echelons of management, the seeds of wisdom die
Avoid cheap code hazards, that leave your reactors dry,
You are trusted not upon this ile-de-mine
Forget power stations and let the sun shine.
Tri field meters boil in Only Hope soup
Backup fission engines in a While do loop;
When the radioactive and dearth hits town
And the biosphere is irrevocably – broken down,
Will warmongers gush, safety measures were fine
While the children of earth, digest Plutonium 239.
My ticket to MeltTown is frayed and curled
In truth, I’m not comfortable in the nuclear word.
