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Transmission world war, third round
A decade of the weapon of above ground
Ain't no shelter if you're for shade
I lick shots at the brutal

As the polls close like a on truth devoured
A silent play on the shadow of
A spectacle
The camera's eye on disguised

Lights out, radio
Turn shit up
out, Guerilla radio
Turn that up

Was it cast for the mass who burn and
Or for the who thirst for blood and oil?
A spectacle
They the reins and stole your eyes

The fistagons, and bombs
Who staff the banks? Who staff the party
More for Gore or the son of the Lord
of the above, fuck it, cut the cord

Lights out, Guerilla
Turn shit up
Lights out, radio
Turn that up

Lights out, Guerilla
that shit up

Guerilla
it now