Lyrics:

Way too old to throw these fits
Forces greater do exist
Stomach pains that bring about this feeling of despair
Focused on the in-between
Fuck this shit, it's all a dream
Back and forth is stressing me, it's hard to even care
Get in and shut the door
What are you waiting for?
Turn it up I said, 'cause I never get tired of the radio
Running through my head
The song gets better man, every time I hear it, so
Play it when I'm dead
At my funeral so I can hear it in the afterlife
In the afterlife
Mission still a bit unclear
Lock the doors and hide in fear
Pray to God, we'll live to be a thousand but for what?
Everyday I think of this
Weigh it out and take my risk
Waiting for the chance to say enough has been enough
Get in and shut the door
What are you waiting for?
Turn it up I said, 'cause I never get tired of the radio
Running through my head
The song gets better man, every time I hear it, so
Play it when I'm dead
At my funeral so I can hear it in the afterlife
This fever rises with the heat
It's getting harder now to sleep
This devastation, lost sensation, how'd this come about
And you crawled into my brain
But I know I'm not insane
This melody that takes me nowhere
Turn it up I said, 'cause I never get tired of the radio
Running through my head
The song gets better man, every time I hear it, so
Play it when I'm dead
At my funeral so I can hear it in the afterlife
In the afterlife
In the afterlife
In the afterlife