[Intro]
“Pipes scream… heat climbing fast…”
“Steel snaps where the gauges fail…”
“No one standing close… it keeps running…”
“Pools seethe, nothing cools… air tastes sharp…”
“Hands shake off the dials… nothing steady…”
“You can hear it… even when the room is empty.”

[Verse 1]
Counties lined with untracked counts, clusters that rise without official names.
Airborne radioactive isotopes settle in unexpected places, and mothers see sickness across bodies that no doctor will properly explain.

Workers denied when their lungs collapse, compensation stalled as the burden is shifted back on their families.
Whole districts quietly written off, never talked about in the media, erased from memory, where health becomes debt and debt becomes inheritance.

[Verse 2]
Projects stalled but the debt moves on.
Ratepayers billed while the power’s gone.
Billions sunk in unfinished sites.
Subsidies harvested as public rites.
Dry cask fields with no clear end.
Costs deferred on the land they spend.
Each bailout cast as a future cure.
Economics built on failure assured.

[Verse 3]
Hanford tanks leach underground still.
West Valley drums remain unresolved.
Yucca’s gates were never opened to begin with.
Shipments roll, the promise preached.

Plutonium recycled into a MOX miracle.
No structure can be insured to hold it.
Generations pass, containers remain.
An endless burden nobody can honestly face.

[Verse 4]
Enrichment stages transferred to cartel hands.
Fuel re-sold and leased several ways.
Defense decrees and collusion staged.
Uranium contracts quietly paid.

Pro-liferation masked as trade.
Fuel cycles blur what weapons made.
The public fed rehearsed clean energy claims.
Risks expand in every way.

[Chorus]

Not a solution, only debts deferred a burden repeated while the system pretends to hold a solution.
They call it clean power, but the words are rehearsed, manipulated minds like the tools they use to handle the fuel.

There is no safe storage, only limits considered harmless unless over threshold.
There is no closed fuel cycle, unless you count the circle jerks of well aged and undiscovered kickbacks.

Eyes stay open on accepting this power density model, while forgetting the backend tails that break all the promises into a deeper receipt.
Each cycle prolongs the disguise, each answer constructed on lies.

What is called resilient is only sealed in drums.
What is called resolution is just sums passed along.
What is called survival is nothing but time on loan.
What is called a future is only half-lives owed.

[Outro]
 “…the nuclear buck stops here.”