Radio silence, transistor broken,
Straining for signs of life, static unspoken.
Listening hard for the words left unsaid
Turning it up so I feel less undead.
Cacophonous symphony, dissident chords,
Playing to sold-out shows, tired and bored.
White noise in darkness, backbeat to begin,
Stop me if you've heard it, my personal hymn.
My set list is short, so I play on repeat
No one will notice if I skip a beat.
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