Radio Opaque
Sims Lyrics

you hear that sickly sound creeping through that there vine?
Do you hear that unpleasant noise quietly coming from the background?

you find the ticky-tacky taking up the air time see it's a fickle racket built by nickel snatchers trick em like fashion, then pinning their casket airtight
You can hear the low-quality music filling up the radio air time. It's a shaky scheme designed by people only interested in making money. They deceive with the latest trend and bury their mistakes.

flavor of the month swimming deep through the sea of sick couldn't feel the plastic if you stabbed me with the needle tip let them ego trip so sick, money cash hoes is that what your ethos is?
The current trend is strongly infiltrating a sick industry. The quality of music is so low, it's painless. The artists get caught up in its fame, and it's all about making money and attracting sex workers. Is this the artists' ideology?

hey little rap star, rock star, narcissist, how about a little self-respect? what did you sell, what did you tell yourself which piece of you sold to get that check?
To the artists who are obsessed with themselves and their fame, how about some self-respect? You sold something of yourself to get that paycheck, so what did you tell yourself you were giving up?

how many songs about clubs and bottles, drugs and murder can we take? watch them climb and fall until the vertebrae breaks out
How many songs will there be about partying, drugs, and murder until they become unbearable? Watching the artists build up their fame and then losing everything is almost too difficult to witness.

Doomtree birds of prey, tell your city it's the takedown this is radio opaque leave them so sick, better call Saint James this is radio opaque in a transparent industry they're looking so vain
Doomtree birds of prey, it's time to take down the industry. This radio broadcast is exposing the truth, making people sick, and they need someone to call on. The industry looks transparent, but it's a facade.

so crisp and clean, so crystalline Doomtree so thick we let them rip at the seams fall from the web they got them in and twist with the fact that their existence is fraudulent
The sound of Doomtree is pure and immaculate. It's so strong that the industry can't contain it and they're tearing at the seams. The artists fall from the web woven for them, the truth twisted as they realize their existence is false.

the sound is all rotten not to mention pretentious no filter no taste call you Benson and Hedges you took the stencil and traced the edges, penciled in feathers I heard the eighteenth letter and learned to make that bird fly better
The music is fake and arrogant. It has no unique qualities and is compared to unpleasant cigarettes. The artists aren't original and merely copy the stencil of popular music with some minor alterations. The lyricist heard an important message and used it to make their music better.

la di da di you can act like the Fonzie but inside you're Fozzy Bear, find a new hobby duck the button-up-shirt-gluttons feeding the greedy mouths
The artists can act cool and confident, but deep down, they're lost and need to find new interests. They shouldn't follow the suit-and-tie people who are only focused on making more money.

we do it on our own and leave the majors bleeding out who you needing now? those numbers don't match mine I flat-line the sign-on-the-black-line body write rhymes and capsize the white-line-lobby shit, don't believe the hype man
We, as independent artists, don't need the big record labels, who are now losing money because of us. Who do you need now? You can't compare your numbers to mine. I destroy the record industry, write rhymes, and prevent their deceitful tactics. Don't believe the exaggerations.

this is radio opaque leave them so sick, better call Saint James this is radio opaque in a transparent industry they're looking so vain
This radio broadcast is presenting the truth that makes listeners sick, and people need to turn to Saint James. The industry looks transparent, but it's simply a reflection of their vanity.