(FM, FM)

I live in a town with a hundred lights around,
My head is like a radio set,
I'm waiting to hear what program is next
What program is next? (FM)

Frequent Mutilation transmits over the air,
Serving for the purpose
Of those who want you to fear

They say it's all right, but suspicion creeps in
My nightmares don't project my dreams
I can't but wonder what's feeding my screen
What's feeding my screen? (FM)

Frequent Mutilation transmits over the air,
Serving for the purpose
Of those who want you to fear

Thousand nights of confusion wedged in my mind
Breaking down another illusion,
Today's transmission will give me the solution

Frequent Mutilation transmits over the air,
Serving for the purpose
Of those who want you to fear