Crunch! With every footstep the suit crunches
Like a paper-bag the suit crunches
The sun beats down on me with heat
Making the suit feel like 1,000 degrees
Even more heat comes from the light that bounces off my white baggy suit
The white baggy suit that crunches

However even in the heat a cool breeze flow through me
As I walk down this path of dirt and ruin
With remains of pipes, power lines, and wires around me
There is a sense of beauty in this mess of a world
So onward, I walk down this road in my white baggy suit
The white baggy suit that crunches

I feel separated from the world
The white mask restricts sight and smell
The black gloves and boots restrict touch
There is a deafening silence in the air
The only commotion for miles is the crunch of my white baggy suit
The white baggy suit that crunches

I am surrounded by beauty, yet I am alone
The ruins of war and radiation keep me trapped
Trapped in the white baggy suit like a bird in a bird cage
There is nowhere to go and nothing to do so I walk down this road alone
With the only thing left to accompany me is the crunch of my white baggy suit
The radiation protective suit that crunches