Music is violence
A child in a prostitute's clothing
The colony wants to hear the same old songs
A decayed army attacks

Oblivious death marches
Joy in mediocrity
Play it again

This is radio mundane
Endless amounts of the same
Notes and expressions of pain
Death

Pump out this bile for years
Discover children sexualized
Condensed concrete economy
Praise the old men with the money

Voices must be paid for
An audience is bought
Sacrifice everything to see
Your own face perpetually

This is radio mundane
Endless amounts of the same
Notes and expressions of pain
Death

Another clone wants to ride daddy's coattails
A young face on a dying beast
Write him a fucking song
Let them eat shit
Let them eat shit
Ingrain filth in society
Brand it

We want our music back
Light a fire
Let the decay fall away to inspire
We want our music back
Muzzle the king
Take the sacred from those who stole the meaning

Turning away from the obscene
Mantra-like frequencies
Repetition's gun firing again
We're dead already
Dead to a wakeup call

The most critical things