Lyrics:

Can you sense our somewhat misaligned
Attention spans, uninterested minds
Feels like only white noise on the air
A substance without meaning
Who are we?
And why should we believe?

How much more of this can you contain?
Why is it your head feels like a drain?
But you don't have to be an end-link in this chain
Become our counter-culture
Broadcast yourself into
The revolution on YouTube

I don't wanna know
Kill the radio
I will find my own transmission in the storm
Hurry on below
With the antidote
I wanna see the underground
Rise up and soar

Sick of pimps and bland generic blondes?
And poser wannabe fake rocker spawns?
Come now be your own media whore
Become our counter-culture
Unleash yourself between
The generation and the scene

It's the way to go
Kill the radio
Time to make your own transmission in the storm
Hurry on below
With the antidote
I wanna see the underground
Rise up and soar

I don't wanna know
Kill the radio
I will find my own transmission in the storm
Hurry on below
With the antidote
I wanna see the underground
Rise up and...

It's the way to go
Kill the radio
Time to make your own transmission in the storm
Hurry on below
With the antidote
I wanna see the underground
Rise up and soar