Letras
Begin transmission of channel reality
In this edition we got precision insanity
Stick to this station, don't change the channel
Watch the world come down and unravel
On channel reality you're all welcome to view
Dreams come true unluckily for you
I caught my train of thought back on track triple six
Bought my ticket with my lyrical fix
Stepped aboard third class with my backstage pass
All hope all spiritual physical fucking help now fading fast
As I pass a sniper. He sat there a while
He looks at me with a fucked up smile wow
There's a psycho with a semtex sarong
He looks sorta familiar but fuck it maybe I'm wrong
Sat with stub of my ticket while I'll be hugging
A bag I never never knew I had or had been lugging
By the old couple in the corner seeming sorta cool
Never bad word heard never been cruel. Fool
Who am I to know the bags ready to blow tough
Insurance company tell me the cancer is a no-no
Dreams come true unluckily for you
On channel reality you're all welcome to view
Begin transmission of channel reality
In this edition we got precision insanity
Stick to this station, don't change the channel
Watch the world come down and unravel
On channel reality you're all welcome to view
Dreams come true unluckily for you
An unattended case in front of my face
They say you can't hear the ticking these days
Or the smell of the hell as about to release
I step back from the package as I'm definitely ill at ease
I hear my name JC someone complain crazy
They say they don't understand the fuck what I'm saying maybe
Dreams come true, unluckily for you
On channel reality your all welcome to view
Don't stray from the city you fuckers you fucking know why
Because the world is so fucking fucked up we're all gonna fucking die
You try reply well fuck it that ain't hard
Till you find the four horsemen o of apocalypse in your back yard
They'll blind you bind you that's how they're designed to