Dead Hours Songtext

von Strike Anywhere

Into the real, real world not played on the TV
Radio control, burned down, set free

Radio control

Containment, are our lives gonna be forfeit?
Discharge this propaganda they fill me with
My eyes, do they see only what they want me to?
The contest myth for the chosen few
Divide and conquer, what leaders do

Into the real, real world not played on the TV
Radio control
What they want me to see is product instead of
Radio control

Entertainment, the ghetto life combustible
Discontent, blaze up this draft card, burn it
Another generation of heroes, discarded, exploited, and dead
For opportunity promises to hell we are led

Into the real, real world not played on the TV
Radio control, burned down, set free
Into the real, real world not played on the TV
Radio control

What they want me to see is product
Instead of all this possibility
What they want me to be is product instead of
Radio control

Is this what you wanted when you joined up?
Did they make you thirsty, then force you to their cup?

We're tied to their clock
They teach us how to pray
But no way out of here
This false consensus based on fear

Control, burned down, set free
Control, burned down, set free
Control, burned down, set free
Radio control