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