In the city downtown somewhere amidst the monorails and skyscraper peaks
Made of glass and steel
Stands a thousand meter tower sending suicidal commands in FM

People passing by – distracted, focused, lost, preoccupied – without knowing that thief is
There ‘hind the corner, down the street – unknown, unheard, unseen – hiding somewhere in ethereal
Realm waiting till the station starts broadcasting in FM to receive the signal and to
Prey on the careless humans full of anger, greed and pride – future nominees of Darwin
Prize vainly sacrificing their lives right on the altar of stupidity and madness
No-one is safe when death FM broadcast is on the air – so beware before it’s too late!

Die! Death FM is on the air, so there’s no wonder
Why! Some Dar-win and some Dar-loose when they pull shortest straw
Deadly FM is on the air, no wonder Darwin
Prize! Will commemorate the weakest link in the gene pool

Die! Death FM – brand-new response to Hamlet’s question
Die! Death FM – foolproof is easy, cretin-proof is not.
Die! When action precedes any thought!
Die! It’s natural selection in action
Evolution strikes back!

Fighting for animal rights and
Releasing thousand pigs from the slaughter and dying
From being trampled

Down, speaking over the cell phone,
Hand cupped to other ear, on the railway and dying
Not having heard the

Train, using pool cue to pick up
A gun to slide it down and eventually dying
The trigger being

Pulled, using JATOs on Chevy
To take off slamming into the cliff and to leave but
A blackened crater

Deep inside people’s mind there’s one strangely twisted yet invariable thought
Suicide in mind
Inspired by radio tower sending self-destruction commands in FM

Death comes to all, some just can't wait as if there’s a chance they will reincarnate later on
To get it right – population control volunteers, destined to chlorinate the gene pool,
Murphy's Law
Personified – just one gene short of a chromosome – nature’s retroactive birth control
Where there’s a fool there’s a way! Veni, vidi, voops! Dead no-wits society
Martyrs of evolution

People tune up their minds and end up being urged to say farewell to their lives
Screwing up their minds
Brainwashed by countless towers sending suicidal commands in FM

People passing by – distracted, focused, lost, preoccupied – without knowing that thief is
There waiting till the station starts broadcasting in FM to receive the signal and to
Prey on the careless humans full of anger, greed and pride – future nominees of Darwin
Prize – no-one’s safe when death FM broadcast is on the air – so beware before it’s too late!

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