Lyrics

[Verse] Power only knows power, trickle down's finest hour Look over there, they lit some gas, entitlement and high towers Set the lane, ran the games you weren't invited to play Stand down...(stand down!) brown shirts are marching your way Freedom fighters to corpses, right wing news with fake sources White supremacists bringing chaos so the cops can enforce it Systemic and traumatic as black voices get redacted Privilege dealing "all lives matter" rationalized by white inaction [Chorus] Hello, hello, radio silence All of this dead air Invites the cycle of their violence [Verse] The systems set to neglect all but the wealthy elect The chosen billionaires who pass the lie of serve and protect Break our souls, break our backs to score them bigger paychecks Until we die (until we die!) of focused stress and effect The bodies lined up with torches, sterilized with distortions Blaming blacks, Jews, immigrants with racist contortions They hurry out the back with all the money they made Like they did us all a favor from the cradle to the fuckin' grave! [Chorus] Hello, hello, radio silence All of this dead air Invites the cycle of their violence Hello, hello, radio silence All of this dead air Invites the cycle of their violence [Bridge] Decide right now if you're ok with dead air rollin' static Performative on the social scene while the spin rolls in distractions From the streets to the stage From the cradle to the grave Lift your voice to the top of your lungs And let that cycle break Decide right now if you're ok with dead air rollin' static Performative on the social scene while the spin rolls in distractions From the streets to the stage From the cradle to the grave Lift your voice to the top of your lungs And let that cycle break [Chorus] Hello, hello, radio silence All of this dead air Invites the cycle of their violence Hello, hello, radio silence All of this dead air Invites the cycle of their violence