WHITE NOISE
Unveiling Life's Enigmatic Riddles
Lyrics
I've got a question
I have a question
Who's got an answer
Who has an answer
It's all on the line
Everything is at stake
All on the label
Everything is dependent on the label (identity or perception)
Chip in the glass
A small crack in the facade
Tall drink of water
A tall, refreshing person
Started out close
It all started out close
Image is farther away than it seems
Appearance is more distant than it appears
Carpet of bees on the floor of the house where you lay down and die in your sleep
A metaphorical scenario of danger and despair
Go tell the kids
Tell the younger generation
Foods on the table
Basic needs are provided
It's all you can give
Give what you can
All that you're able to do with yourself
Utilize your abilities
Manage your health
Take care of your well-being
Calling the doctor
Contacting a medical professional
At least he can offer you sex in a pill
Doctor may offer a quick fix for physical pleasure
And willingly fill your prescription for anything over the counter
Willing to prescribe anything available without much consideration
And still
Despite all this
Tired old man
An exhausted elderly person
Fish out of water
Feeling out of place
Give up your sons
Sacrificing your sons
Give up your daughters
Sacrificing your daughters
Give up the ghost who told you the coast wasn't clear when it was when you needed it most
Letting go of the past that misled you when clarity was needed
Head full of hammers
Mind filled with confusion
Fist full of nails
Hands full of tools for destruction
Lid on the coffin
Closing off possibilities
Powder keg bailout
A drastic measure to escape a volatile situation
The bow of the boat
The front of the ship
Barely afloat in a sea full of sailors howling one note
Barely surviving amidst chaos and uniformity
At the moon as it screams with a skeleton scream
People expressing a single, eerie sound
Who are we, who are we
Questioning identity
Who are witness to a legion of dreams
Observers of a multitude of aspirations and fantasies
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