[Intro — distant radio static, detuned guitar, whispered male vocal] Is anybody out there? ...good. [Instrumental pickup — dirty bass pulse, sparse drums] [Verse 1 — low, intimate, rhythmic] Found a black-box preacher in the belly of the sand With a mouth full of frequencies no living thing had planned He said, "Son, you've got a signal where your soul is supposed to be" I said, "Turn the fucking dial, then— Let's see what's haunting me." There was thunder in the wiring There were teeth behind the tone Something dead had found a number And was calling me at home [Pre-Chorus — drums building, vocal rising] One-nine-nine-nine— No, that's not the year That's the number of the times I should've disappeared But I'm still— [Chorus — huge melodic hook, wide guitars] ALIVE! With the dead god radio Singing through my bones Where the lost transmissions go ALIVE! And the signal's getting strong If the end is coming for me It can fucking sing along Whoa-oh— Turn it up, turn it up Till the heavens overload Whoa-oh— I can hear Him now On the dead god radio [Post-Chorus — distorted vocal sample] "YOU ARE NOT RECEIVING THIS MESSAGE." [Verse 2 — swaggering groove, desert-blues guitar] Bought a stolen little halo from a devil dressed in white He said, "Wear it like a warning if you're traveling tonight" Past the motel made of mirrors Past the graveyard satellite Where the angels lost their faces Trying to stare into the light Every station played the same thing Every prophet knew my name Every road led somewhere different Every ending looked the same [Pre-Chorus — heavier] One-nine-nine-nine— Hear the numbers climb Every life I never lived Is screaming down the line And I'm still— [Chorus — larger, backing gang vocals] ALIVE! With the dead god radio Singing through my bones Where the lost transmissions go ALIVE! And the signal's getting strong If the end is coming for me It can fucking sing along Whoa-oh— Turn it up, turn it up Till the heavens overload Whoa-oh— I can hear Him now On the dead god radio [Breakdown — sudden silence, radio hiss] [Spoken transmission — calm, degraded] "Caller, identify yourself." [Whispered] No. "Caller, identify yourself." I said— No. [Bridge — beat drops into aggressive industrial hip-hop / rapid rhythmic vocal] I got a dead man's frequency under my tongue A little bad religion and a loaded lung Got a head full of static, hands on the wheel If God ain't answering, the Devil might deal Click-click—channel shift Red light—signal drift World ends? That's old news I got nothing left to lose I heard heaven sell fear I heard hell sell hope Saw saints get rich Selling sinners the rope So if there's something upstairs With its eye on me— [Beat cuts] Tell it I don't kneel To machinery. [Instrumental Break — explosive drum & bass beat, blues guitar solo against downtuned metal riff] [Build — drums accelerate, layered vocals] Can you hear it? (Can you hear it?) Getting closer— (GETTING CLOSER) Through the static— (THROUGH THE STATIC) Something's singing— [Final Chorus — double-time drums, enormous vocals] ALIVE! WITH THE DEAD GOD RADIO SCREAMING THROUGH MY BONES WHERE THE LOST TRANSMISSIONS GO ALIVE! LET THE WHOLE DAMN HEAVEN KNOW IF YOU BUILT THIS WORLD TO BREAK ME YOU SHOULD'VE BUILT A BETTER WORLD Whoa-oh— Turn it up, turn it up Let the firmament explode Whoa-oh— Every sinner, every saint Every bastard on the road Whoa-oh— If there's something after death Then I already know— [Half-time final hit] It's got my number. [Outro — instruments collapse into radio static] [Quiet radio voice] "Caller... we've been trying to reach you." [Whispered, smiling] I know. [Radio click] [End]
