Text: Sugarcult. Lights Out. Out Of Phase.

I'm out of range in your old radio
I want my entertainment
I'm not a phase in your old stereo
I want my entertainment loud right now
You should've known the difference
I'm not a range in your old radio
I want communication

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There is so much useless noise that I can't TAKE
There's so much useless noise I can't break through

I'm out of range but not invisible
Don't want my entertainment
They can't like an empty statement
I want to burn this station down right now
You should've kept your distance
I'm not a phase in your old stereo
I want communication

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There is so much useless noise that I can't TAKE
The sounds are getting louder everyday (everyday)

That I can't take
I'm out of phase (out of phase)

(We walk alone like broken motorists. Behind the bars and discotechs.
Love is product and sex is a currency. We're all cheaters and can't win.
Imagine the girl holding by will paint a picture of a kinder, gentler war.
And our good scenes that have no ending.
One that leaves us standing at the gates with broken wings
while a heart scan reports "access denied, access denied." We have arrived.)

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There is so much useless noise that I can't TAKE
The sounds are getting louder every DAY
There is so much useless noise that I can't TAKE
I'm torch embodied, air is my fuel
They can't like an empty statement
You and I cannot escape this
They can't like an empty statement
You and I cannot escape this