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I sing the body neurotic
I ride a street wave across the radio dial
Can't stand the static of contact
Let it out when alone, once in a while
I feel the walls closing like the radar tower
I feel them closing in all around me now
I'm a symptom of the city I live in
Take breath, take step, and reveal a mile

Turn on your television now
We have something to show you
Let go of your reckless dreams
'Cause the romance will kill you
Turn on your stereo right now
We have something to tell you
Take back your distance and show
How love can barely thrill you

I think cerebral caustic
Take a sound, make it scrape all the world away
Can't read the signals you send me
No response I could make would matter anyway
I fear the freedom of motion
Letting go never meant the end of feeling low
I feed off the street lights passing
Lights blur in a stream, then it fades to gray

Turn on your television now
We have something to show you
Let go of your reckless dreams
'Cause the romance will kill you
Turn on your stereo right now
We have something to tell you
Take back your distance and show
How love can barely thrill you

I ring with electric pulses
These feelings come in waves to close to send
Can't dream in the absence of meaning
These cryptic bits of passion left unsaid
I hear the prayers of the faithful
Whimpered quick in a flash to weak to tell
Dusk falls on my inner city
Hope dies in collapse, the message ends