White Homes

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