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