Radiapathy

i get out of bed the same way every day

blurry eyed and waiting for the alarm to sing

sing me into fm radiapathy

numb and tired and perfect for the working day

i get home and turn the cable strobe light on

to tell me who i'm not and what my life still lacks

yeah if i could make a copy of myself, i might

so i could have twice as much of everything

come, it's time to wake up

know the way, you know the way

so i tell the world that it can kill its own

blow itself to smithereens for all i care

i will ride the wave into its smoking hole

i will be the vulture to its carriong