Testo Coax Radio

Nothing to talk about, no words will pierce the silence
as we sit this one out

The fear of consequence has left us gagged and speechless

There's a new voice in the airwaves,
different voice but the same dumb catch phrase
in a moment it'll all come plummeting down
full of careless words of contest like a slogan without a context
and we've all grown too accustomed to the sound

already know this is my hell and it suits you all too well
like that smile on your face

already driven me insane, asinine, vacuous, inane
your blabber don't seem out of place