transmission overload

Lyrics Clock tick. Heart skip. Radio static on a death grip. Black out. Fall in. Dirt on the needles where the veins begin. Choking on the fumes of the static age, Trapped in the amber, turning the page. Step to the left, dodge the surveillance lens, Waiting for the signal that the system bends. Count it out—one, two, transcend! Swallow the key to the bitter end! The dial is stuck in the red, The violins strangle the thread! Cut the wire! Cut the cord! Tear the speakers from the sky! Bleed the rhythm from the lie! We are the friction, we are the spark, Burning the blueprints out of the dark! Raise your voice, let the frequency fly, We’re not waiting for the world to die! Horsehair and steel on a shattered neck! Paying the toll at the wrecking check! Break the glass, inhale the gas, Watching the digital shadows pass! No more sleep, no more compliance, Kick down the door, defy the alliance! The blackout lifts... The current shifts... The fever breaks... AND THE STATIC QUAKES! Tear the speakers from the sky! Bleed the rhythm from the lie! We are the friction, we are the spark, Burning the blueprints out of the dark! Raise your voice, let the frequency fly, We’re not waiting for the world to die! We are the voltage! Ohhhhh—! Step into the neon! Ahhhhh—! Step out of the shadows... AND TURN IT ON!