White Noise

Defective youth, the writing’s on the wall
Decline of the West, see the fallout fall
Violence, banner of the tough
Politicians playing blind man’s bluff

Now what, whose deal?
What’s truth, what’s real?
Turn it down, turn it off
It’s all white noise to me

America’s missiles, a superpower blessed
A hungry child is crying, pretend it’s just a test
Russia’s got the gulag, Pretoria the bomb
Making sure the weak keep silent, move along

Defective man, the writing’s on your heart
Reality of evil, tearing you apart
Hanging in the balance, you hear the Savior call
Make Him Lord of everything or see the nations fall

Now what, whose deal?
He’s truth, He’s real
Open up, start to feel
No more white noise for me