RADIO-ACTIVE HEAD

In my quiet times I crave sounds

Rhythm and poetry of different pounds

Mind twisted with every video

I feel bored without a stereo

But with my radio

Emancipation is a possible scenario

With my radio I crave more sounds

Rhythm and blues of different pounds

Eyes shut like a human who's dead

Surrounding vibes fill up my head

Deep in my mind it's all emancipation

But in my head it's cerebral disintegration

I hear the sounds, I feel the beats

In my room and on the streets

Now I'm deaf and partially insane

cos with my radio I seem not to know my name

With my radio I'm never the same

On who must I put the blame