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 / Drain 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 wrapped 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, ajusted 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