White Noise, White Lies. You sell it, they buy it
Old rules still apply - I blink and I die
You'd do my thinking if I let you, so I stay aware more than I can afford to
You got it, I need it
Can't live without it
White noise, white lies
You thrive as they die
A pound of flesh (no more/no less) is more than I have left
If lies and schemes were hopes and dreams you'd bleed me to d**h, and so I got myself a plan, complete with secret doors
Got myself a system, so I don't need yours