the children of the radio
like lemmings to the sea
will swallow what they're given
cuz it's easy and it's free
at war and in pursuit of what the jockeys want to hear
they watch it all

the few who are posessed by this will have to pay a price
because the search is on for that 
infectious pop device and they will
lie to get their name in lights or
on the evening news
lie for the power to abuse

she lay in bed
and the songs rushed into her head
and time stood still for awhile
the dial glowed in the darkness and it
filled her up with a dream
and time stood still for awhile
yes time sood still for awhile...

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