White Homes - Tilt

White frame homes to live in leave nothing to gain

Your colorless divinities can scarcely light the way

White fram lies in celibate rows, they swell and meld together

Aspirations lie in possessions, each dweller’s dream so similar

Keep witches behind mythical lines

And sqeeze my faith behind my knees

I can’t take one more lie

So I’ll take one of these

In this static heat, I barely make my home suffice

Pursuaded 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 showes me to believe

Pack it in

Save it up

Pack it in

Save it up