Banshee Lyrics

Passing through the airwaves it's same old fucking song
This broken record DJ has been in our pockets all along
As your plastic face is changing
All your voices stay the same
Prey on me, and the rest of us will sing

Goodbye to this shameful lullaby
The DJ on the radio has bled our eardrums dry
So we sing 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, not buried underground
An ocean full of mystery that you could not believe
If only for a moment all of these trends became extinct

I turned the record over just to see what I could find
But the record has been broken so I think its about that time we,
Change the recipe with some creativity over oceans over seas
Makin a sound that only we can
know and love cuz its in our hearts
Not produced just for the billboard charts
Cuz that's not even art to me
The same old song in the same old key
There's endless possibilities, placed in front of thee
So change the fucking song throw it back till they're all gone