

Static on the wire,
frequencies collide
Broadcasting from a basement where the spiders hide (hehehe) Tomorrow's headlines spoken
in the present tense
He reads the morning news that makes no human sense
Static speaks, the dial is locked (locked in) Heard my own voice
when the power was blocked
Every step is written on the frequency wave
Who is the master and who is the slave?
Receiver unplugged but the signal still bleeds
It knows my next breath,
it knows what it needs (no way) I hear myself walking down
the narrow dark hall Before my feet
even move, I hear the footsteps fall
Two voices talking on a dead-end line (who is this?) Your clock
is ticking but it's out of time One step ahead,
the radio knows How the story ends and where the shadow goes
Static speaks, the dial is locked (locked in) Heard my own voice
when the power was blocked
Every step is written on the frequency wave
Who is the master and who is the slave?
(shhh) The transmitter is dead.
But the broadcast goes on.