Transmission   Signals comin? through, okay      Echo, echo one-nine   Hear the call through fault lines   Smoke signals, old rhymes   Shorted lights in store signs      Spelled in a broken code   Find that it is time to   Breathe, build, bend   And refine you      We sky tenants give it all   But won?t give up radio   Soul antennas, radio   You lift spirits      Call sign, ?Commando?   M.O. is independent   Scream till the walls fall   Dissolve all the limits      Occupied minds   Unemployed skills   Desolation, worn out   Torn down      ?Just for now? thrill seekers   Slangin? test tube babies in beakers   Where gun blasts pump   Straight from the speakers      The system where   The poor get poorly paid   To hold the ladder   Where the rich get ricocheted   Into the stratosphere      And in between people   Are rushin' like Vladimir   With metals to make their status clear   Get us out of here      We need heroes, build them   Don?t put your fist up, fill them   With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands   We?re the architects of our last stand      We need heroes, build them   Don?t put your fist up, fill them   With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands   We?re the architects of our last stand      There?s a war goin? on for your mind   Those who seek to occupy it will stop at nothin?   The battlefield is everywhere   There is no sanctuary, there are no civilians   You have two choices, surrender or enlist      What kind of person are you?   Always the first to argue   Or never down to stick your neck out   ?Cause it hurts you far too much      To see your rep suffer   Set you up a buffer   Well, neither is enough for us cut   From a tougher brand of duct tape      The propaganda's stuck   On us like sock pajamas   Spread like a virus   Through accepted thoughts   And proper manners      But off the cameras   Something?s simmerin? across the land   About to bubble up and knock   The lids off of the pots and pans      We are non stop juggernauts   Stomp ziggurats   Spit manifestos   By terabytes and gigawatts      Shock paradigms   Give sense to a score   Throw thoughts through the sky   And activate twenty more      In these high and dry times   Expectorate on dogma   Pragmatic sycophants   Divide and conquer      We build bridges   Offer hard work and prosper   As hand made heroes   Brought to you by no sponsors      We need heroes, build them   Don?t put your fist up, fill them   With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands   We?re the architects of our last stand      We need heroes, build them   Don?t put your fist up, fill them   With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands   We?re the architects of our last stand      We need heroes, build them   Don?t put your fist up, fill them   With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands   We?re the architects of our last stand      We need heroes, build them   Don?t put your fist up, fill them   With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands   We?re the architects of our last stand      All free minds to the front   All free minds to the front   We call upon women   We call upon children      We call upon the handicapped   The infirmed, the week of heart   We need your courage, your dedication   Your passion, your commitment      Gather up your platinum, melt it down   Gather up your gold, melt it down   Gather up your silver, your bronze   Your aluminum, melt it down   Melt it down, melt it down