[instrumental intro] like a white ocean walls unfold the horizon with burnt-out eyes placebo for the night a white sail morning where is that eye doctor to ask how to see the white within the white mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm [instrumental break] and here fade the colors of truth like crepe-paper flowers in cemetery vases like vinyl turned to numbers like cognac in the wrong glass like memories of white and blushing apple orchards mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm where dominance is blindness in doctrines and dogmas against the herd’s metastases poetry — radiation and hope still seeking the whitest white until it comes — like winter — fatigue mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm like a white ocean walls unfold the horizon with burnt-out eyes with burnt-out eyes with burnt-out eyes [instrumental end]
