Out here in nowhere searching for a reason to believe in something, singing songs and lonely souls are unwilling to listen. Out of luck and freezing this dry town is soaked with sadness, lost and broken down seems I've replaced moral for madness.
You'll never understand the war that rages in my head, endless days and lonely nights have left me worse for wear, but I'm alright.
Want to go anywhere but here but the broadcast towers are silent tonight. Take me away, radio, radio, dead airwaves from falling satellites.
This empy living leaves my soul to save for all hope is lost, say the soulfully condemning, who put all hope in the cross. Now I am not trying to say, I am one opposed to faith, but I refuse to come together just to further separate.
Tuned out by static as I fade and get lost in the mix, the channel's cleared of independent thought and reason to exist. Preampt the revolution as the format's sure to change, good night and good luck to my radio days.
You'll never understand the war that rages in my fucking head. Is this the end?
from Split 7" w/ Riverboat Gamblers
released January 13, 2014
lyrics written by Jordan Wolfe
music written by Bear Williams
song arranged by Final Summation
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