White Noise - Exitmusic

Christ on the cross as it’s illustrated

I’m body soft and disintegrated

I’m in this self half-illuminated

I’m on the call but it’s distant and faded

I myself I’m the robber denied

I chased all I lost down to spiraling silence

I’m on your side it’s just so hard to see you

I’m on the side of the ghost and the needle

It’s the choice in my hand

The suicide or the slaughtered lamb

When it’s so full of tricks

I’ll be toasting the gold lights of life

The trail is cold and hard

The course of the light of the child

A slow messenger

I’m in charge of the coal and the fire

White noise calling on a sudden delusion

I’m chased out of breath trying to come back to you

I’m in arrest of the subtle hues

Oh, I’m in this self-sick solitude

The sky’s fallen soft to the silence renewed

I erased all the tops from the tall city view

I’m in the flesh of the hungering few

Oh, I’m on the call trying to get back to you

It’s the choice in my hand

The suicide or the slaughtered lamb

When it’s so full of tricks

I’ll be toasting the gold lights of life

The trail is cold and hard

The course of the light of the child

A slow messenger

I’m in charge of the coal and the fire