Lyrics

You’ve got to dot your I’s and cross your T’s 
This communication will bring you to your knees 
I’ll show you a new way to see the true way 
Not perceived by your eyes but by true faith 
Guitars raging and the bass so low 
You can gain the whole world and lose your soul 
So, stand up your about to receive salvation 
So just believe 

Turn up the radio 
Turn it up till the speakers blow 
Turn up the radio 
Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the freak show 

Pseudo-intellectual with your hollow soul 
Stop do you really think you’re in control 
Look in the mirror tell me what do you see 
I see a fool staring back at me 
But you just keep digging, dig, dig down deep 
The harvest is ready you’ve got nothing to reap 
It’s time to wake up and look around 
You’re standing so tall while all your brothers hit the ground