[Lyric] Anomie (White Noise (CAN))

[Verse 1: White Noise]
Give me the ten commandments
Tell me when I'm wrong and I'm right
Give me the God of Nazareth
Ruling with a fist of iron
Would you rather be a sinner or a bigot?
Rather be hedonistic or restrictive?
I don't want to be wicked, or militant
You have to chose sides, admit it
Jesus broke his body into bread in the middle east
Now murder is continency in Lybia, Tripoli
I'm just trying to live and you trip on me
So I turn my rulebook to science: simplicity
Duplicity, everybody's talking, and I'm listening
Adam's praying, atom's decaying diffеrently
I'm weighing the grеying perspectives
Tryna take in what's sacred, but I'm degrading people's liberty

[Hook: White Noise & Quotient]
I don't want the law to tell me what to do
I don't want law to tell me what to do baby
I don't want god to tell me what to do
I don't want god to tell me what to do baby
I don't want the law to tell me what to do
I don't want law to tell me what to do baby
I don't want god to tell me what to do
I don't want god to tell me what to do baby
[Bridge: White Noise & Quotient]
I'll just do whatever
It is that I do then
Whipping and skipping
Through tunes on highway ten
I will end my day when
The sun rises then
How am supposed to know survival
Beyond oxygen, yeah

[Verse 2: White Noise]
Cut access, might transgress, say I shouldn't have sex
Don't send texts too much, send a letter to an address
But that's just irrational, don't smoke
Don't drink, unless you do a fact check
Working all summer 'cus I had to
Get money for school, not a rule, but an asset
What course, what source, course of action?
What use of force? Abuse? Divorce? Ask me then
People used to work any number of hours and days
Their employer said, for any amount of wage
Back when they all used to pray the gay away
If they knew God's rules, did the straight feel safe?
What the hell am I supposed to say
When you ask me if I'm Christian or atheist
Buddhist, Jewish, Agnostic, Islamic, or Jain
Socialist, communist, capitalist, or just drained
[Verse 3: Quotient]
Or better yet chained
An animal trapped in a cage
Wasting away until I came across a way to escape
Break free I'm amazed
At the size and scale of this place
But perplexed by this maze
Instructions were vague
What direction to take
(What direction to take)
Decided to break
Social contract to reclaim
The purest state of nature, in danger
But at least now I'm within range
I've decided my own fate
Cut the binding of restraints
But I realize too late as I plummet through space
That I severed my tether my auto-belay

[Verse 4: White Noise]
All the knowledge that's out there at the touch of a screen
All the knowledge before the immaturity of your teens
All of the knowledge before you know what it means
All of that knowledge blown all over the street with a scream
Word to Durkheim
No rule book, just every other person with a sure mind
Sure man, whatever you say then
Don't know if they're wrong, how the hell can I save them
Story of an empath, at an impasse
Not what I'd have done but I let them pass
Feeling like atlas, or Sisyphus
Or Saint Stephen in that Rembrandt
We've fighting for freedom since we've been fighting
But now we're fighting ourselves from the inside out
Of our minds, we don't know what to do with it
We can only get a view from the group's vision
[Hook: White Noise & Quotient]
I need the law to tell me what to do
I need law to tell me what to do baby
I need god to tell me what to do
I need god to tell me what to do baby
I need the law to tell me what to do
I need law to tell me what to do baby
I need god to tell me what to do
I need god to tell me what to do baby

[Bridge: White Noise & Quotient]
I'll just do whatever
It is that I do then
Whipping and skipping
Through tunes on highway ten
I will end my day when
The sun rises then
How am supposed to know survival
Beyond oxygen, yeah

[Verse 5: Quotient]
Shadow boxing with darkness, no breath inside this octagon
Take a hard right or turn left, red stop on an octagon
But the words are faded as I, so I chuck a peace sign
Beside lately we too wavy to even stop and read signs
What do children do when left to they own devices
Life of Pi to Lord of Flies, all consumed by they chosen vices
Am I just Sisyphus rolling rocks up to the precipice
Atlas may feel the weight of worlds, at least he knows what his position is
I'm envious

[Bridge: White Noise & Quotient]
I'll just do whatever
It is that I do then
Whipping and skipping
Through tunes on highway ten
I will end my day when
The sun rises then
How am supposed to know survival
Beyond oxygen, yeah