Two silhouettes stand tall against

A grey novemeber sky

Utopian suburban teenage wasted blues

You turn to me and sigh, the boredom

Growing in your eyes

As a voice sing songs of splendor

From the radio

I hear that voice again submerging

From the stereo

Invisible electric life flows

Right through me

Then for a moment I forget about

Just where I am at and the world fallin'

Around looses all urgency

It's just another transmission from

A place we all want to be

It takes control then it spits

Me back to reality

I hear the music

Then I close my eyes

It's just another radio suicide on the airwaves

I turn it on : invisible electric life

Then the song come on the radio

The signal takes the control - heartbeat

Starts to slow

You hear the words reverberating in your mind

Twisted elecric waves pulse from the stereo

As a voice screams out loud

Everything is not alright

Forget about the static pulsing in your ear

Forget everything you see and hear

It's just another radio suicide