Broken Radio (Pistol Grip)

Nothing else matters I've got nothing left to lose I look to those that will always get me through A needle on the vinyl will always take me back in time Despair leaves my body I don't wanna die Many have gone can you remember any song Those who have passed their passion lives on A voice of reason injected into my soul A clash of guitars keeps me safe from the cold Static in the air at the frequencies end Static in the air When the volume's at ten Static in the air I'll never be gone Static in the air But the band plays on Ecstatic when the sky turns gray On a broken radio I still hear the bands play Saturated memories begin to take me back in time Can you hear the voices resound in your mind They're calling my name and now I'm being sucked back in The world could end now I'll be left with a grin Feel the spinning record slicing through you like a knife Bask in the ruins that used to be your life Can you hear me yelling I stare into the face of pain The static gets louder through the thunder and the rain