Whitevan

Just around 5 o'clock

Cars are screaming around the block

The boy is scared and looking around

He's feeling a little bit anxious

I think he's searching for his mother

What did your find

Auh

White van

Facing this prospect I set out for today's

Over introspection I feast upon decay

Around me is misfortune my avenue all spade

Digging all the so called out diggers

Digging his own grave

Meet me mr

Indecision watch his machine cave

End up on itself and watch one debit I win and mince our way

The seats are best from over there out behind the shade

My diggers in their dirty coats their attitudes of spades

Passing the inspection

No

Now this is everyday

Special forces special boots

The stock mark comes to pay

Fancy men so over suited for the bible days

Keep the prince in timely tints

Ring out the barren child at play

Christen me disaster

At least that's what I say

Into which the thing determines which rate he decays

Keeping loads of sunshine I love the job I play

Digging out this whole s**tty world digging it today

White world

Whitevan

Fight the world

Good afternoon

What else did you find

It's not color blind

Feel indication my vindication

To know nothing exists

Opens all to what and if

Portions of my emptiness

Sitting by the open door

Looking up to take it out

Settle in to catch a show

Readred situation dead indication

Feels like a clock I ate

Ticking in this toxic state

Ready for an occupant

Suck it to sniff the paint

Sniffing up the weakest link

Rising from the righteous stink

See simulation speak

To take a piece of me

Hold onto walls of life

Pull the chain

When burning bright

In a copter raise the rope

Firmly placed around my throat

Aging worm at sanding counters

Slipping through my finger burn

Each a seclusion my own intrusion

Upon my waking state

Each of us must face their fate

Rolling we can grow some more

Broken body pray on more

Pulling through to face a fraud

Pushing back to push some more