The White Noise, he never knew
She told him boy, I'm gonna come, come for you
Tell you tales of silk and sirens
So sit in rapture sit, sit in silence
He listened to her sermon on the mountain
Mount Cyanide with its poison wells and fountains
Full of cold and bitter condensation
From which they drank as they made their nighttime conversation
The White Noise, she heard him coo
She told him boy, I'm gonna come, comfort you
Sing you songs
To keep you calm
And I will hold your thoughts that pass away
And I will keep you safe and sound
And I will keep you safe and sound
Oh I will keep you safe from sound
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