| "White Noise" | |
| I can hear them calling, reaching out accross the static waves. The voices of the spirits comming to me from beyond the grave. The reason I can hear them isn't very easy to explain. Many don't believe it, some might even think that I'm insane. A single cryptic phrase, I heard someone say, somehow found it's way accross the void. Now it's inside my head, fills my heart with dread, the language of the dead.... white noise. I can hear the voices, when I listen to the radio. When I put on headphones, I can hear them all in stereo. I hear them on the TV, sometimes I even hear them on the phone. Is it Satan calling, or just my uncle Harry from Bayonne? I can hardly wait, to investigate, with the very latest high tech toys. There's just so much more, that needs to be explored, so I'll keep listening for... white noise. (repeat #1) A single cryptic phrase, I heard someone say, somehow found it's way accross the void. Now it's inside my head, fills my heart with dread, the language of the dead.... white noise. |
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