Holy mother come and rip my heart out
I deserve it I've been so fucked from the start
Sentimental, getting red in the eyes
And I bitch about it every night

But I won't stop bleeding till my blood runs out of the radio
I do it for nothing
I won't sell spins I just need some suffer in stereo
I'm sick of what I'm hearing

Anybody with anything to say
Has a protocol stuck in their way
So we censor ourselves till we're sick in the heads
We live in radio hell while believing it's heaven

But I won't stop bleeding till my blood runs out of the radio
I do it for nothing
I won't sell spins I just need some suffer in stereo
I'm sick of what I'm hearing

But I won't stop bleeding till my blood runs out of the radio
I do it for nothing
I won't sell spins I just need some suffer in stereo
I'm sick of what I'm hearing

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Writer(s): Gabriel Julian Mantle, Steven Fairweather, Theo Goutzinakis, Thomas William Thacker