so full of crystal meth I could shoot my load into the stars smell of plastic's on my sweat and my heart beats on my ribs like bars but my finger's feeling more than a finger's meant to feel there are fingers on my pores feeling electricity on this shortwave in my skull radioactivity every station playing in my face it's not me in here it's everybody everywhere everywhere I watch the things my body does they have gone beyond belief I can feel them bend my mind I think they might leave a crease but my tongue is tasting more than my throat can swallow down I am licking up the store I am choking I am drowned on this shortwave in my skull radioactivty every station playing in my face it's not me in here it's everybody everywhere everywhere across my skin is the sin of men like cinnamon and tangerines it's a cardamon religion in him I'm beginning to see all the things his body knows his body knows in the hungry place my body goes he says, Americans is just like kids they think trouble's some movie that's in their heads that fades away beneath the credits and they think coulda stood an edit but my eyes are seeing more than a light will let inside TV stations in my soul broadcast color out of night on this shortwave in my skull radioactivity every station playing in my face it's not me in here it's everybody everywhere everywhere