Somebody unchain this menace, Release the current that pours inside We keep the fear in this silence Transistor down The breakdown of sound The separation The frequency is killing me Feels so motionless With every move we feel the movements With only clock hands confusing time Now has the cycle here been broken Transistor down... Burn... Burn. The breakdown of sound The separation The frequency is killing me Feels so motionless All, you little suckers, with your face down on the ground Waist high up in dirt All, you little suckers, with your face down on the mud Waist high up Yeah... The frequency is killing me Can't you see their eyes roll back? Face down, flat line...