White Homes

White frame lies to live in leave, nothing to gain

Your colorless divinities can scarcely light the way

White frame homes in celibate rows, they swell and melt together

Aspirations lie in possessions each dwellers 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

Pack it in, save it up

Pack it in, save it up

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 their screen it shows me to believe