"I was the night's victim, the sun is a blister, and I pulled up my hood, it covered my face. My eyes are a canvas, all painted with history of sad horrible things. And each person talks to fast, they all run to their death beds, They spit on the pretty people as they don't watch their feet. And so I twist in a pattern, I'm better than no one, I just speak empty words to turn the attention to me." "So Don't Open Your Windows, Don't turn on your TV, Just keep talking in tongues, trying to explain to yourself that somebody cares, but We're all lost in the white noise, and nobody's listening."