EPISODE · Apr 30, 2025 · 2 MIN
White walls whispers
from FRED STZ MUSIC · host FRED STZ
[Verse 1] The streets are wolves, the moon’s a crooked cross, he counts his fingers, but the numbers are lost. [Verse 2] Foreign tongues lick the windows, shadows hum, "Build a taller fence, but the nails bend dumb." [Verse 3] The radio barks in static hymns, "They’re coming, they’re coming—" His skin grows thin. [Verse 4] A flag snaps tight around his throat, the wind laughs, "You wrote this note." [Verse 5] Mirror men chant, "Burn the strange, burn the weak!" His reflection cracks, but the glass won’t speak. [Verse 6] Neon swastikas blink, then fade to flies, the bedbugs whisper, "We’re all inside." [Verse 7] The crowd’s a needle, the chant’s a pill, "Swallow the world, or the world will kill." [Verse 8] God’s a barbed wire crown, the priest’s a gun, he digs a grave, but the dirt’s his tongue. [Verse 9] Children’s faces melt to alphabet soup, "Eat your fear, but don’t throw up." [Verse 10] The walls grow teeth, the door’s a mouth, "You’re the stranger now, you’re the one they hunt." [Verse 11] The anthem’s a scream, the salute’s a noose, he clicks his heels— but the floor’s unglued. [Verse 12] White walls, white walls, the padded sky, the nurse hums, "You were always inside."
What this episode covers
[Verse 1] The streets are wolves, the moon’s a crooked cross, he counts his fingers, but the numbers are lost. [Verse 2] Foreign tongues lick the windows, shadows hum, "Build a taller fence, but the nails bend dumb." [Verse 3] The radio barks in static hymns, "They’re coming, they’re coming—" His skin grows thin. [Verse 4] A flag snaps tight around his throat, the wind laughs, "You wrote this note." [Verse 5] Mirror men chant, "Burn the strange, burn the weak!" His reflection cracks, but the glass won’t speak. [Verse 6] Neon swastikas blink, then fade to flies, the bedbugs whisper, "We’re all inside." [Verse 7] The crowd’s a needle, the chant’s a pill, "Swallow the world, or the world will kill." [Verse 8] God’s a barbed wire crown, the priest’s a gun, he digs a grave, but the dirt’s his tongue. [Verse 9] Children’s faces melt to alphabet soup, "Eat your fear, but don’t throw up." [Verse 10] The walls grow teeth, the door’s a mouth, "You’re the stranger now, you’re the one they hunt." [Verse 11] The anthem’s a scream, the salute’s a noose, he clicks his heels— but the floor’s unglued. [Verse 12] White walls, white walls, the padded sky, the nurse hums, "You were always inside."
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