Dead-Air

The cities are graveyards The buildings are tumbling The streets are deserted The machines are rusting Their purpose for living Their forgotten makers have ceased to exist The roads have grown stagnant The lights have all died out The death of the nation The end of an era The people are fading Their bones turned to dust And return to the ground Madness and Misery Are my found history I replay these scenes Over and over and over and over again Turned on the radio It was no use: There's no one there I'll search for life now Within the dead-air Turned on the radio It was no use: There's no one there I'll search for life now Within the dead-air The earth has gone quiet The madness has died out The days lose their meaning The stillness is frightening There soon will come soft rains The world will find solace Now that it's been cleaned Madness and Misery Are my found history I replay these scenes Over and over and over and over again Turned on the radio It was no use: There's no one there I'll search for life now Within the dead-air Turned on the radio It was no use: There's no one there I'll search for life now Within the dead-air