RADIO-ACTIVE HEAD

In my quiet times I crave sounds
Rhythm and poetry of different pounds
Mind twisted with every video
I feel bored without a stereo
But with my radio
Emancipation is a possible scenario

With my radio I crave more sounds
Rhythm and blues of different pounds
Shutting my eyes like I am dead
Surrounding vibes fill up my head
Deep in my mind its all emancipation
But in my head its cerebral disintegration

I hear the sounds, I feel the beats
In my room and on the streets
Now I'm deaf and partially insane
cos with my radio I seem not to know my name
With my radio I'm never thesame
On who must I put the blame