Song Description

An angry, confused diatribe, about being locked up, without reason.

Lyrics

Where did I come from? I don?t remember who I am?
Where do I go, now? I can't seem to understand.
Who put me in here? I don't remember saying, 'Yes.'
Who takes the credit for what I don't call success?

Chorus:
Everything is white,
And I don't like it.

At the piano, my dis-illusion disappears.
Then, someone pulls me off to remind me that I'm here.
Oh, let me go, now. I've never done a thing to you.
'Don't give a damn, son. It's time to go back, 'cause you're through.'

Someone once told me of all I'd get if I sat still.
Right now, that promise is anything except fulfilled.
Won't someone tell them just what a fool they helped create?
I thought I loved them. Can I distinguish love and hate?

CHORUS

Don't know how to read the signs. Can't seems to escape the binds.
Everything is only white, and I don't like it.

Bridge:
Everything is the color of winter.
Should I rip myself apart, jam my fingers straight into my heart?

Too hot and grimy; I want to get out of this bend.
Roll back the blankets, and I get smacked across my head.
Reach for the ivories; somehow my hand feels out of place.
Talk to you nicely, but I should scream in your stupid face.

CHORUS

Everything is only white,
And I don't like it.

BRIDGE

Take a look around my room. It's a drive-in movie screen of doom.
Everything is only white, and I don't like it.

CHORUS