Somebody unchain this menace,
Release the current that pours inside
We keep the fear in this silence
Transistor down
The breakdown of sound
The separation
The frequency is killing me
Feels so motionless
With every move we feel the movements
With only clock hands confusing time
Now has the cycle here been broken
Transistor down…
Burn… Burn.
The breakdown of sound
The separation
The frequency is killing me
Feels so motionless
All, you little suckers, with your face down on the ground
Waist high up in dirt
All, you little suckers, with your face down on the mud
Waist high up
Yeah…
The frequency is killing me
Can’t you see their eyes roll back?
Face down, flat line…
