Radiapathy

I get out of bed the same way every dayBlurry eyed and waiting for the alarm to singSing me into fm radiapathyNumb and tired and perfect for the working dayI get home and turn the cable strobe light onTo tell me who i'm not and what my life still lacksYeah if i could make a copy of myself, i mightSo i could have twice as much of everythingCome, it's time to wake upKnow the way, you know the waySo i tell the world that it can kill its ownBlow itself to smithereens for all i careI will ride the wave into its smoking holeI will be the vulture to its carriong