They paint the walls with colors that you′re not meant to notice

Beiges and browns, off-whites and grayscales

Fluorescent lights to shine on the eggshell groundNow you're lying face down

You blend into the background

Of white noise

They fill the halls with tunes you can′t get into your head

Four four and Dorian, wrote 'em for ignoring 'em, yeah

It sorta sounds like a retro top 40 but wrong

You′re not meant to sing along

It isn′t that kind of song

It's white noise

But if you listen closely I swear

To God, I swear

You can hear the ocеan if you hold it up to your ear here!

Whitе noise!

White noise!

White noise!

White noise!

Check one, two, check one, two

It′s high-fidelity

Lossless quality

It's MP, one, two, three, four, five, F-L-A-C

It′s polyphonic

The new Philharmonic

With a Juilliard doctorate

Live from the Metropolitan

It's theoretically dense

It′s impressive

It's microtonal and it challenges Western notions of art!

It's post-avant-garde

It′s going places ′cause it comes from the heart

And it's personality′s a lack of identity

It makes no statement, but does so quite loudly!

It's an aesthetic

I mean an anesthetic

And it′s an experience for your seventh sense, yes!

Does it cure cancer?

Yes, it cures cancer!

Wow!

It begs the question, just to tell you the answer

Do you believe in the power of silence?

Well, if you walk the walk, can you talk more?

Shh!

Quiet

White noise!

White noise, oh-oh whoa, whoa-oh-oh!

White noise!

White noise!

You fill your head with thoughts you find you can't even feel

Try to make room in your skull but it′s full of them

All of the things that you think and think about thinking

I know it's hard

But they're not who you are

They′re white noise