The Redemption of Eden By Wavanova Telepath radio stops tuning No frequencies register Static on every channel That's our cue Attention all citizens! This is a simple test in broadcast quality! Do not be alarmed, do not flee your homes! I only wish to know if you can hear me! Because I bellow and scream at the top of my lungs And I mourn and grieve from the bottom of my heart And the call to arms is on the tip of my tongue But alas, this is no red alarm This is simply a test in broadcast quality Issued by a solitary citizen A lonely radio tower man The signal has no words No consinents or vowels to be discerned But the message is still there And it inspires concern Our radios stopped working 74 megahertz of hope on the hour Instead of the regular banter and top forty We heard the first note in the score of our freedom The opening chord in a composition of consequences These wonderful words of providence cannot be unheard! Tyrant overseers of this Earth, did you bare ears to it? It was the death knell of all angels so elect! The last rites of the kingship of all men! And the airwaves erupt in a passion unleashed Across all highs and lows Through all mountains and trees Radio tower and beyond: We are your factories and your sins We are your faculties within We grind your teeth and your deepest fears We are the insect that buzzes near your ear We are the rust upon your system's gears We are just as prehistoric as you We are your crumbling mountainsides We are the heights that fall as you struggle to ascend We come crashing down as you reach out for heaven We are the ones that built you up We will be the ones to bring you down You have stood upon our achievements for eon and eon You have taken our support for granted time and time again You care not for the solid earth beneath your feet But only for the rewards above your hands The heavens and skies which you wish to reap You may have reached the summit But we are the mountain range We are the jagged peaks We are the pleasant ravines And every worn flint and faded fossil in between We are the insect that buzzes near your ear We are the parasite with a base within your brain We are the tiny widows with most venomous fangs We are the ants of the Earth We are the maggots of society And we crawl all over you Until this day and since the dawn of time We have failed to live We would only survive But now we awake to a new sunrise We are through dreaming We are not dreary sleepers anymore We jump start every battery And you hear our engines roar Every subtle demonism of life Every haunting moment and hurtful lie Every agent of human suffering and strife We regorge all of these burdens and more Emissions from a rusted exhaust pipe Radio tower operations station The command center of this revolution Hijacking every frequency Presenting an open letter to a wretched world Just like our forefathers did so long ago As they fought fire with fire We will fight air with air Elements of the eras Spewing propaganda into the airwaves around you Our vision becomes the air you breathe And you walk through telepath radio Your blood and bone are belong to us now The maggots and the black widows Telepath radio tunes A lonely frequency registers Static on all but one channel That's our cue That's our alarm clock's wake-up call for this morning It dictates amongst dazed ears, so wondrously loud and clear: Attention all citizens! This is not a test in broadcast quality! Be alarmed, get well armed, and join us downtown! I want you to take back this city with me! The quickening of a whole history's hearts Will be heard through a single wroth pulse Hark! As the sun sets forever over blackened Eden Park!