Face for the radio
A voice for a silent film
Will I get to taste a piece of the party?
My dreams are like a movie
But just the parts that I can't see
Light the way above me
Bluish in the face of fate
I cracked my computer screen
Watched it spread like a virus
Flickering endless like my mind
How can I know if don't try?
Face for the radio
A voice for a silent film
Will I get to taste a piece of the party?
Thought if I moved towns I'd feel like someone else
Echoes lie beside me -- reminders of the fiends I'd faced
Cleaning out the coffee pot
I don't even drink caffeine...
Stimulate me so I don't die
How can I know if I won't try?
Face for the radio
A voice for a silent film
Will I get to taste a piece of the party?