Whispering Sons
White Noise
Can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t feel at all
Move fast, don’t think, pulsation grows
White noise
White noise
Keep low, keep low, stay out of sight
Avoid the truth hid in their lies
White noise
White noise
Isolated in my own brain
The process will repeat itself again
Clichés, clichés, it’s all the same
Surroundings fade to vaguer gray
White noise
White noise
Isolated in my own brain
The process will repeat itself again
How will I turn out in the end
The process will repeat itself again
Again again again again again
It took so long but now I’m done