A Radio With Guts

I turn the dial, this is a radio with guts

Surrounded by empty bottles and cigarette butts

The only channel that can gain a clear reception

Focuses on issues closely linked to my depression

There are reasonable markets for this way of life

Anchoring today and making sure that what we say is right

The corporation's at a place to top the pinnacle

Rain the very essence of the messages

They're cynical

The reciprocal respect that we have shown to them

Is underestimated by the rages and executives

So we fight with our words as our weapons

Stating our beliefs inside the minutes and of seconds

This is my product the shrink wrap confession

Experimenting with the God's our personal expression

Destined to become another falling icon

Stuck in rehabilitation, trying to make the right song

Doesn't meet the credentials and expectations

I didn't think so, farewell to the degradation

The signal used to be clear and informative

Now it wears designer cloths to cover up the porcelain

Let me see you dance and smile for the audience

Isn't this what you've been asking for from the start of this

If it's not, then why on earth are you still around

Living as a poster child, trend setting mindless crowds

Im a vulnerable witness

Living everyday attempting to escape this mistress

As she follows me, she wants me to respond

To her accusations that I've been doing this all wrong

But I just keep walking with direction

Never giving her a chance to see me unprotected

Take a picture 'cause you're bound to forget this

Fame, now see you later, mark me off your check list

Radio lost its individuality

Now it's just a skeleton in need of a battery

No more flattery, just insults and theme songs

Artists only want to be the feature of a ring tone

This here radio is different from the ones you know

The only obligation that'll hold is to express its soul

Raise the volume and digest the music

This radio is inspiring the movement

I remember the radio was my best friend

Blues from the AM came alive through the FM

All the problems of the normalized environment

Disappeared as soon as I, just as the entire thing

There were days that I appeared to be unsatisfied

Listening for that one song to bring me back to life

But as the years kept moving, I was still there

Hoping for the moment that an artist showed they still cared

I don't know exactly how it turned itself to this

Seemingly constructed for a teenage driven populace

Every aspect was discussed with the crement (?)

To cut off the lives and dreams of those underneath the cement

So here we are with our stereo equipment

Pushing better frequencies that all of us can live with

The antenna points directly at the north star

Looking to establish itself inside of your car

Radio lost its individuality

Now it's just a skeleton in need of a battery

No more flattery, just insults and theme songs

Artists only want to be the feature of a ring tone

This here radio is different from the ones you know

The only obligation that'll hold is to express its soul

Raise the volume and digest the music

This radio is inspiring the movement