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 possesions each dwellers dream so similar



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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