White Noise Songtext
von Exitmusic

Christ on the cross as it′s illustrated
I'm body soft, 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′ve 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 fire


White noise calling on a sudden deluge
I'm chased out of breath trying to come back to you
I′m in arrest of the subtle hues
I′m in this self sick solitude
The sky's fallen soft to the silence renewed
I erased all the tops of the tall city views
I′m in the flesh of the hungering few
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 fire