Whitevan Lyrics
Just around 5 o'clock
Cars are screaming around the block
The boy is scared and looking around
He's feeling a little bit anxious
I think he's searching for his mother
What did your find?
On the white van
Facing this prospect I set out for today's
Over-introspection, I feast upon decay
Around me is misfortune, my avenue, all spades
Digging all the so-called diggers
Digging his own grave
Permit me Mr. Indecision watch his machine cave
End up on itself and watch one debit I win and mince our way
The seats are best from over there out beyond the shade
My diggers in their dirty coats their attitudes of spades
Passing the inspection, No!
Now this is every day
Special forces, special boots
The stomper comes to pay
Fancy men so over-suited for the final days
Keep the prince in timely chintz
Ring out the barren child at bay
Christen the disaster
At least that's what I say
Into which the thing determines which rate he decays
Keeping loads of sunshine
I love the job I play
Digging out this whole shitty world
Digging it today
White world
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Good afternoon
What else did you find?
It's not color blind
Feel indication
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My vindication
To know nothing exists
Opens all to "what and if"
Portions of my emptiness
Sitting by the open door
Looking up to take it out
Settle in to catch a show
Re-situation
Dead indication
Feels like a clock I ate
Ticking in this toxic state
Ready for an occupant
Suck it up to sniff the paint
Sniffing up the weakest link
Rising from the righteous stink
See simulation speak
To take a piece of me
Hold onto walls of life
Pull the chain, when burning bright
In a copter raise the rope
Firmly placed around my throat
Aging worm at sanding counters
Slipping through my finger burn
Each a seclusion
My own intrusion
Upon my waking state
Each of us must face their fate
Crawling wicked, crawl some more
Broken body pray on floor
Pulling through to face a flaw
Pushing back to push some more
