[Verse 1]
Transmission, third World War, third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
No shelter if you're looking for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket
On truth devoured, silent play on the shadow of power
A spectacle, monopolized
The camera's eyes on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
Yes a spectacle, monopolized
They hold the reins, stole your eyes
Fistagons, thе bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks and staff the party ranks
Morе for Gore or the son of a drug lord
None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord!
[Chorus]
Lights out, guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out, guerrilla radio
Come on
Lights out, guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out, guerrilla radio
Transmission, third World War, third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
No shelter if you're looking for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket
On truth devoured, silent play on the shadow of power
A spectacle, monopolized
The camera's eyes on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
Yes a spectacle, monopolized
They hold the reins, stole your eyes
Fistagons, thе bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks and staff the party ranks
Morе for Gore or the son of a drug lord
None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord!
[Chorus]
Lights out, guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out, guerrilla radio
Come on
Lights out, guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out, guerrilla radio
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