welcome to the diamond city

Two hundred and a dime years later
The world is so fucked up
You learn to live off chems and stim packs
You just can't get enough
One day you're there, and the next day it changes
You had a blank stare, and you're forced to face it
Our son in my hands, he was ripped away from my grasp
And you're forced to face it
Never ever ending, this life, there's no repentance
Everything I see is always a different lesson
Trying to find my way out, don't think that there's an ending
So what do I do, when my fate is embedded
Always moving forward, won't take a step back
Aiming down my sights, it's time for the attack
Running through the wasteland, you got to stay strapped
Looks can be deceiving, I'm powered up with the packs
With the packs
Two hundred and a dime years later
The Minutemen are in my ear
They turned my home into a sanctuary
But I don't feel like I belong here
Take one step forward
I'll follow two steps back
Blood stained on the concrete
Beast blood always turns black
Never ever ending, this life, there's no repentance
Everything I see is always a different lesson
Trying to find my way out, don't think that there's an ending
So what do I do, when my fate is embedded
Always moving forward, won't take a step back
Aiming down my sights, it's time for the attack
Running through the wasteland, you got to stay strapped
Looks can be deceiving, I'm powered up with the packs
With the packs
The offices of civil defense have issued the following message
This is an attack warning
Two hundred and a dime years later
I can't find my son, anywhere
As I drag my feet, my bones start to decay
As the radiation touches your skin, there's no delay
Fucking with the wrong one, I think it's safe to say
That my Fat Man will fuck you up, there is no time to play
Stepping up to me, you won't see the light of day
As your morals are conflicted, there is no other way
It's time to go see what the bandits are up to
Now it's my turn to slay
On the radar I see countless of places
But there is no time to stay
Never ever ending, this life, there's no repentance
Everything I see is always a different lesson
Trying to find my way out, don't think that there's an ending
So what do I do, when my fate is embedded
Always moving forward, won't take a step back
Aiming down my sights, it's time for the attack
Running through the wasteland, you got to stay strapped
Looks can be deceiving, I'm powered up with the packs
With the packs
Two hundred and a dime years later
The world is so fucked up
You learn to live off chems and stim packs
You just can't get enough