[Am] I'm waking [C] up to ash and [G] dust I wipe my [D] brow and I sweat my [Am] rust I'm breathing [C] in the [G] chemicals [Am] I'm breaking [C] in, shaping [G] up Then checking [D] out on the prison bus [Am] This is [C] it, the [G] apocalypse [G] Whoa [D] I'm waking [Am] up, I feel it in [C] my bones [G] Enough to make my [D] systems...