White Noise

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 40 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 ocеan if you hold it up to your ear

Hear

Whitе noise

White noise

White noise

White noise

♪

Check one two, check one two

It's high-fidelity

Lossless quality

It's MP 1 2 3 4 5 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-avant-garde

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-oh-oh

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 then think about thinking

I know it's hard

But they're not who you are

They're white noise