I used to love the sound of white noise while I sat in bed
I found it reminiscent to the voice in my head
I counted sheep to the static
The ratchet put me to a deep sleep
I used to be a bright boy before the white noise
Disrupted my poise and sucked the joy
Out from the world around me
It's astounding to see such a change
No it's strange but I found a way to get around the grey
But you'd probably say I'm deranged if I told you
No I'm not scolding you I'm holding you to the acquisitions
You back with whack facts you extract from your fruitless disposition
Act aloof but you and I both know it's truthful
The only loophole here is feedback so don't fear the relapse
And I won't appear so relaxed to you
I used to love the sound of white noise while I sat in bed
I found it was reminiscent to the voice in my head
I counted sheep to the static
The ratchet put me to a deep sleep
I used to be a quiet boy before I found a slight noise
Coming through the television
I can't tell you what it sounds like now
So you'll just have to listen for yourself
Momma call the technician
Something's wrong with the transmission
I no longer see a picture
Momma fix it 'cuz its pixelated
Momma listen I'd fix it myself if I had the proper tools
But school never taught me how to
Wow look at what I amounted to
When you took the time of day to stay around
And watch what I'm doing when you could've found out
Why I wasn't viewing pleasure like I used to
I used to love the sound of white noise while I sat in bed
I found it was reminiscent to the voice in my head
I counted sheep to the static
The ratchet put me to a deep sleep