Soul antennas, radio

Dissolve all the limits
Slangin’ test tube babies in beakers
Give sense to a score
Those who seek to occupy it will stop at nothin’
Smoke signals, old rhymes
We’re the architects of our last stand

There’s a war goin’ on for your mind
By terabytes and gigawatts
We build bridges
Torn down
Melt it down, melt it down
The infirmed, the week of heart
We need heroes, build them
Offer hard work and prosper
‘Just for now’ thrill seekers
We’re the architects of our last stand
We sky tenants give it all
Expectorate on dogma

Hear the call through fault lines

There is no sanctuary, there are no civilians
The battlefield is everywhere
And in between people
Where gun blasts pump
Gather up your silver, your bronze
And proper manners
Gather up your gold, melt it down

Echo, echo one-nine
Throw thoughts through the sky
Desolation, worn out

And refine you
We call upon women
Divide and conquer

‘Cause it hurts you far too much
Breathe, build, bend

Gather up your platinum, melt it down
Call sign, ‘Commando’
Shorted lights in store signs

All free minds to the front
You lift spirits
We are non stop juggernauts
Get us out of here

With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands
Find that it is time to

We need your courage, your dedication
The poor get poorly paid
Don’t put your fist up, fill them
Always the first to argue
Scream till the walls fall
With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands

We’re the architects of our last stand

Or never down to stick your neck out
Stomp ziggurats
Set you up a buffer
What kind of person are you?
We call upon children
Pragmatic sycophants
Through accepted thoughts
Unemployed skills
And activate twenty more
The propaganda's stuck
As hand made heroes
We’re the architects of our last stand
We need heroes, build them
In these high and dry times
To hold the ladder

Well, neither is enough for us cut
With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands
Occupied minds
To see your rep suffer
Shock paradigms
All free minds to the front
Into the stratosphere
With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands
Don’t put your fist up, fill them
Don’t put your fist up, fill them
Don’t put your fist up, fill them
Where the rich get ricocheted

On us like sock pajamas
Spit manifestos

We need heroes, build them
From a tougher brand of duct tape

We need heroes, build them
About to bubble up and knock
M.O. is independent
With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands

We call upon the handicapped
We’re the architects of our last stand

Are rushin' like Vladimir
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Don’t put your fist up, fill them
We need heroes, build them
We need heroes, build them
With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands
You have two choices, surrender or enlist
But won’t give up radio
The lids off of the pots and pans

We’re the architects of our last stand
Straight from the speakers
Spelled in a broken code
Your passion, your commitment
Something’s simmerin’ across the land

Spread like a virus
The system where
Don’t put your fist up, fill them
But off the cameras
With metals to make their status clear
Your aluminum, melt it down