Found him naked on the bed
His eyes were vacant, dark and dead
The TV screen the ghosts of gloom
The silver light of thirteen moons
He died alone, there were no friends
To cut the scene, to change the end
He left his mark and through it all
He never turned from the white wall

They found him naked on the bed
His eyes were vacant, dark and dead
The TV screen and the ghosts of gloom
The silver light of thirteen moons
He died alone and there were no friends
To cut the scene, to change the end
He left his mark and through it all
He never turned from the white wall

White wall
White wall
White wall
White wall

The visions poured out of his head
Shedding light on the things we dread
The darkness of the human heart
The image that evades all speech
He'd always surf, he liked the beach
He left his mark and through it all
He never turned from the white wall

White wall
White wall
White wall
White wall

White ... wall
White ... wall
White ... wall
White ... wall

When the light turns red I think of you
You know the devil's thinking too
Of how we turned against this life
You fuck with death now it's your wife
And like a movie when it ends
The screen turns blank and white again
Lying there he looks so small
A speck of light on the white wall

White wall
White wall
White wall
White wall

White ... wall
White ... wall
White ... wall
White ... wall

Blue light turns red ...