They paint the walls
with colors that you're not
meant to notice
Beiges and browns
off-whites and grayscales
Fluorescent lights
to shine on
the eggshell ground
Now you're lying face down
You blend into
the background
of white noise
They fill the halls
with tunes you can't
get into your head
Four four and Dorian
wrote 'em for ignoring 'em
yeah
It sorta sounds like
a retro top forty but wrong
You're not meant
to sing along
It isn't that kind of song
It's white noise
But
if you listen closely
I swear
to God I swear
You can hear
the ocean if you
hold it up to your ear here
White noise
White noise
White noise
White noise
Check one two
check one two
It's high-fidelity
Lossless quality
It's MP one two three
four five flac
It's polyphonic
The new philharmonic
With a Juilliard doctorate
live from the Metropolitan
It's theoretically dense
It's impressive
It's microtonal and
it challenges
Western notions of art
It's post-avantgarde
It's going places 'cause
it comes from the heart
and its personality's
a lack of identity
It makes no statement
but does so quite loudly
It's an aesthetic
I mean an anesthetic
And it's an experience
for your seventh sense yes
Does it cure cancer
Yes it cures cancer
Wow
It begs the question
just to tell you the answer
Do you believe in
the power of silence
Well if you walk the walk
can you talk more
Shh
Quiet
White noise
White noise
oh-oh whoa
whoa
White noise
White noise
You fill your head
with thoughts you find
you can't even feel
Try to make room
in your skull but
it's full of them
All of the things
that you think and
think about thinking
I know it's hard
But they're not who you are
They're white noise
