| Song | Station |
| Artist | Hallelujah the Hills |
| Album | Colonial Drones |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| the subpoenas always came in unmarked cruisers | |
| the fonts were bold and told us what to do | |
| the schematics we stole were impossible to decipher | |
| so let's go downtown and see this whole thing through | |
| I would feel much better if this day had narration | |
| while we're living out some archetype clean and blue | |
| there are moments here that don't come from this station | |
| there are lifetimes here repeated till they're true |