Johanna Warren - Noise

She turned to me and, with a smile, said, where have you gone? You've learned to see, but, all the while, never saw that we are one
But time will close your tired eyes, and truth will grow over the lies

So let your yellow-bellied brethren burn to death or drown
Your fellow tethered devils never learn; don't let them keep you down
For time creates as it destroys, and truth will cancel out the noise

You see, God has his plans, but I've got mine
And little good will come to those who stand in line

I can't hear you 'cause of all the voices in my head

Humble dirt would turn to vapor every time she spoke
We'd crumble like her ever-burning paper turned to ash and smoke

But time creates as it destroys
One day we lost her in the noise

Shallow, rolling holy water rose and slowly fell
Swallowing a foreign body—rose red holes to show and tell—
She was washed away with the tide. We saw the water in her eyes

When she said, "God has his plans, but I've got mine." The white hot heat in her hands melted her mind
And the truth will bear its fangs, and you and I will be just fine, But she could never seem to understand these things take time

I can't hear you 'cause of all the voices in my head