Radiapathy

I get out of bed the same way every day

Blurry eyed and waiting for the alarm to sing

Sing me into fm radiapathy

Numb and tired and perfect for the working day

I get home and turn the cable strobe light on

To tell me who I'm not and what my life still lacks

Yeah

If I could make a copy of myself

I might

So I could have twice as much of everything

Come

It's time to wake up

Know the way

You know the way

So I tell the world that it can kill it's own

Blow itself to smithereens for all I care

I will ride the wave into it's smoking hole

I will be the vulture to it's carrion