We are a part of a sell-yourself nation,
we are a part of a machine.
Sending a message out there; who will listen?
You're just a voice without a dream.

Nobody told you so, you sold your eyes,
and put conception in the ground.
Proficiently misleading those who hear it,
electrified by sound.

Transmission slowly breaking down,
we are addicted to the sound.
On the radio, on the radio now,
wrapped up in static again.

What is the frequency of our frustration?
Advertising certainty.
You put a price on your mental masturbation,
and then sell it to me.

It's all been broken down; your prototype,
and spread the pieces all around.
'Til we're speaking through the powers of the mind, yeah,
electrified by sound.

Transmission slowly breaking down,
we are addicted to the sound.
On the radio, on the radio now,
wrapped up in static again.

We don't speak of,
we don't speak of our love anymore.
I won't say it, I won't say it.
Selling ourselves so short,
gunna sell it, gunna sell it.
We don't speak of our love anymore,
I won't say it, I won't say, anymore.

Transmission slowly breaking down,
we are addicted to the sound.
On the radio, on the radio now,
wrapped up in static again.


Lyrics submitted by shaunedy

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