Static... in the frequency. Can you hear the signal bleeding through the walls? Concrete tomb, neon bleed through the smog, Desert drones circling heavy in the fog. We left the wreckage burning down in the street, Now the basement’s packed and the underground's beat. Crossbow cocked, keep the focus on the lock, Tick-tock, watch the second hand rock. Welcome to the core where the rebellion bleeds, Smoke in the lung and the electronic weeds. Can you hear the radio hum? The signal's lost, but the static's won.
