Static on the Line

Twist and turn

Some things I can never learn

Scratch and burn

Leaving me with no concern

Grasp and churn

Clouding all that I deserve

In the spaces between

Our inner consciousness is seen

In the spaces between

We’re all displayed as obscene

To divide the mainstream

I can hear the static on the line

The static on the line

Twist and turn

Scratch and burn

Twist and turn

I can hear the static on line

I hear the static on the line