Woorden: Tilt. Been Where? Did What?. White Homes.

White frame homes to live in leave nothing to gain
Your colorless divinities can scarcely light the way
White frame lies in celibate rows they swell and meld together
Aspirations live in possessions each dweller's dream so similar

Keep witches behind mythical lines and squeeze my faith between my knees
I can't take one more lie so I'll take one of each

In this static heat I barely make my home suffice
Persuaded by a sleepy beat I can't tell which is mine
Impeded by machine awash in blue light
Spending nights imbibing life through my screen
It shows me to believe

Keep witches behind mythical lines and squeeze my faith between my knees
I can't take one more lie so I'll take one of each

Pack it in
Save it up
Pack it in
Save it up