Banshee - Intellectual

[Intro]

Passing through the airwaves, it's same old fucking song

This broken record DJ's been in our pockets so long

As you practice faces-changing, all your voices stay the same

Prey on me, and the rest with us will stay

Goodbye to this shameful lullaby

The DJ on the radio has burned our eardrum dry

So we sing, hey, hey, to all of those who got it right

Sing me one last song so I can sleep at night

Buried in the basement is a sound you have not found

Lost behind the curtain, now buried underground

An ocean full of mystery that you could not believe

If only for a moment all of these trends could be extinct

Goodbye to this shameful lullaby

The DJ on the radio has burned our eardrum dry

So we sing, hey, hey, to all of those who got it right

Sing me one last song so I can sleep at night

I turned the record over just to see what I could find

But the record has been broken so our needles work in time-lapse

Change the recipe with some creativity

Over oceans over seas, making the sound that only we can

No, we're not [?], they produce just for billboard-charts

Nothing even art to me, the same old song in the same old key

There's endless possibilities, placed in front of ya

You did a fucking song, you ain't back till they’re all gone

You did a shameful lullaby

The DJ on the radio has burned our eardrum dry

So we sing, hey, hey, to all of those who got it right

Sing me one last song so I can sleep at night

Take your fucking time, burn [?] down