Tilt White Homes
White frame lies to live in leave, nothing to gain, your colorless = divinities can scarcely light the way, white frame homes in celibate = rows, they swell and melt together, aspirations lie in possesions each = swellers dream so similar. Keep witches behind, mythical lines, and = squeeze my faith between my knees, I can't take one more lie, so I'll = take one of each. In this static heat, I barely make my home suffice, = persuaded by a sleepy beat, I can't tell which is mine. Pack it in, save = it up, pack it in, save it up. In this static heat, I barely make my = home suffice, persuaded by a sleepy beat, I can't tell which is mine, = Impeded by machine, awash in blue light spending nights, imbibing life = through their screen, it shows me to believe. Submitted by: Mel
