Lyrics

- SAMPLE -

Howard Beale:
“This is not a psychotic episode. This is a cleansing moment of clarity. I'm imbued, Max. I'm imbued with some special spirit. It's not a religious feeling at all. It's a shocking eruption of great electrical energy. I feel vivid and flashing, as if suddenly I'd been plugged into some great electromagnetic field. I feel connected to all living things. To flowers, birds, all the animals of the world. And even to some great, unseen, living force. What I think the Hindus call prana. But it's not a breakdown. I've never felt more orderly in my life. It is a shattering and beautiful sensation. It is the exalted flow of the space-time continuum, save that it is spaceless and timeless and... of such loveliness. I feel on the verge of some great, ultimate truth.”

- VERSE -

This one goes out to Howard Beale, may he rest in peace/
he never lived, he never died, but he reflects in me/
and he reflects in all of y’all most definitely/
you’re feeling vivid and flashing with Howard’s energy/
feel the clash of this tita/
you’ve upset the beast/
release the Kraken, I might just/
disconnect the leash/
talking straight from the heart - that’s my specialty/
you wanna holler? all u gotta do is message me/
I know you’re sick of the lies, I know you’re sick of the fear/
all this misinformation that’s getting in to your ears/
you had hope for some change and now it’s been a few years/
and just look how far we’ve come, and now you’re giving up here?/
you’re fed up, I’m fed up - but we got work to do still/
you’ve got the power to destroy, but I encourage you build/
spread information through the matrix, feed your brains/
and then get up off your ass so we can see some change/

going back, going back, going back to school
cuz the reality of you is you don’t have a clue
going back, going back, going back to schoolc
uz the reality of you is you don’t have a clue

- VERSE -

This one goes out to Howard Beale, this one goes out to you/
you’re mad as hell, wishing you strength so you can power through/
wish we could take this sick culture and somehow erase it/
screaming “I’m mad as hell and I’m not gonna take it!”/
This one goes out to refugees just trying to survive/
who want a regular life like yours or kinda like mine/
crossing six thousand miles not knowing if they’ll make it/
screaming “I’m mad as hell and I’m not gonna take it!”/
This one goes out to all the kids who still hungry tonight/
Poppa can’t find a job and now money is tight/
it’s either starve or steal groceries and make an escape quick/
he’s mad as hell and he’s not gonna take it!/
This one goes out to everybody still glued to the tube/
they’re trying to take away your brain, get back to doing what you do/
and say no more to these machine men, break out the matrix/
and scream “I’m mad as hell and I’m not gonna take it!”/

- END SAMPLE -

Howard Beale:
“And you will not take me off the air for now or for any other spaceless time!”