[INTRO Speaking] (Crackling vinyl... radio tuning... soft trumpet... electrical hum...) "To the one they call... The Radio Demon... You don't know me... But I've heard your name... Every... Single... Day..." (Swing band kicks in.) [VERSE 1] Dear Radio Demon, Hope this letter finds your grin, You're quite the famous gentleman, Where do I begin? My father says you're trouble, The worst that Hell has seen, Yet every tale he tells of you Just grows a bit obscene. They say you smile through chaos, They say you never bend, But all I've ever wondered is... Who are you, my friend? [PRE-CHORUS] I've heard the records, I've heard the noise, I've heard the shouting, I've heard the boys... But static never tells the truth... [CHORUS] Dear Radio Demon... Can you hear me through the air? Past the vinyl... Past the lightning... Past my father's endless glare. I'm not writing just to fight, Or prove whose signal's right... I'm simply asking... Who are you... When nobody's listening? (Trumpet solo with digital glitches.) [VERSE 2] You're older than my story, You've danced through every age, While Dad keeps changing screens Like actors on a stage. Perhaps you're both just stubborn, Too proud to ever yield, Broadcasting old battles Across an endless field. And somewhere in that static, A younger soul gets lost... Trying not to pay The rivalry's cost. [BRIDGE] Maybe radio... Maybe television... Maybe neither wins... Maybe Hell just loves A never-ending show. (Music slows.) Tell me... Do you ever tire... Of hearing your own legend? [FINAL CHORUS] Dear Radio Demon... If this letter finds your door... Know I came with questions, Nothing less... Nothing more. I won't choose old feuds, Or replay ancient scenes... I'm building My own frequency... Far beyond Your broadcasts... Far beyond His screens... [OUTRO] (Vinyl crackles.) "Signed... Virtualin. P.S... Please don't tell my dad I wrote this." (Electrical laugh... Swing band fades... Radio clicks off.)
