Cards I litter in your home If you've read one, you've read them all I wish you well, I'm here to talk But sympathy is nothing more than People lifting weight from chests Feeling like they've tried their best But I can feel the cold pretense Please just don't let us be next Cause we're living with a white noise Settled all the way here A buzzing we can hold at bay So it won't interfere But it builds without warning And when we know the cause But we can never turn it off Here it is, our common ground A fear of fingers pointing down Of fate and God and karmic justice Telling us our time is up And it's only when we're faced with grief That we can look internally But if you hate What you can see Then you are free Cause we're living with a white noise Settled all the way here A buzzing we can hold at bay So it won't interfere But it builds without warning And when we know the cause But we can never turn it off This is hard This is hard This is nothing, you are nothing but A speck in the dark And you never had a purpose To remain to the part You are nothing but a grain of dirt to rest To return 'til you're less than when you started