White Noise
Blindside hypocrisy; people flock to tragedy
Is something wrong with me?
Does a vulture not feel shame?
It feels good just to validate the oldest nature of the human race
And I can't say that it's fine, say that it's fine
Say that it's fine to be fake
What do you have to say, what have you got to say?
Brainless fake fuck.
Ain't it sad? Ain't it sad?
Keep the hell away, exclaim how many shits you gave all day
Just not in my vicinity
Why is it that I can't bring myself to grieve?
In front of no-one else, but myself
I just believe (I'd be coming back to say)
I had no idea that you cared so much
Do I lack the trust because I'm out of
Touch, or is it 'cause you're full of shit?
Get a fix, get a room
A sadist isn't apathetic, when it's you
It's just another chance to be, close to death
And show us all how much you care, how much you care
Why is it that I can't bring myself to grieve?
In front of no-one else, but myself
I just believe (I'd be coming back to say)
Why is it that I can't bring myself to grieve?
In front of no-one else, but myself
I just believe (I'd be coming back to say)
Everybody's fascinated with death
Until it's in your home, and in your head
Fascinated with death until it's in your home, and in your head
Is something wrong with me?
Does a vulture not feel shame?
It feels good just to validate the oldest nature of the human race
And I can't say that it's fine, say that it's fine
Say that it's fine to be fake
What do you have to say, what have you got to say?
Brainless fake fuck.
Ain't it sad? Ain't it sad?
Keep the hell away, exclaim how many shits you gave all day
Just not in my vicinity
Why is it that I can't bring myself to grieve?
In front of no-one else, but myself
I just believe (I'd be coming back to say)
I had no idea that you cared so much
Do I lack the trust because I'm out of
Touch, or is it 'cause you're full of shit?
Get a fix, get a room
A sadist isn't apathetic, when it's you
It's just another chance to be, close to death
And show us all how much you care, how much you care
Why is it that I can't bring myself to grieve?
In front of no-one else, but myself
I just believe (I'd be coming back to say)
Why is it that I can't bring myself to grieve?
In front of no-one else, but myself
I just believe (I'd be coming back to say)
Everybody's fascinated with death
Until it's in your home, and in your head
Fascinated with death until it's in your home, and in your head
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