Strung Out Follow

Two silhouettes stand tall against
a gray November sky
Utopian suburban teenage wasteland blues.
You turn to me and sigh, the boredom
Growin' in your eyes
as a voice sings songs of splendor
from the radio
I hear that voice again submerging
from the stereo
Invisible electric life flows
right through me,
Then for a moment I forget about
Just where I'm at and the world fallin'
around looses all urgency.
It's just another transmission from
a place we all want to be.
It takes control then its spits
me back to reality.
I hear the music
then I close my eyes
It's just another radio suicide on
the airwaves.
I turned it on-invisible electric life.
Then the song comes on the radio
The signal takes control-heartbeat
starts to slow,
you hear the words reverberating
in your mind
Twisted electric waves pulse from the
stereo
as a vioce screams out loud
Everything is not alright
forget about the static pulsing
in your ear
Forget everything you see and hear
it's just another radio suicide