The Quiet House
This is home away from noise
And light boxes
Photographs on fiber clay
Only heat from open flame
And pure sunlight
It heats the core
The junkies play with their toys
That burn their eyes and give them joy
And steals their freedom
Their prison cells
So disconnect from the human race
Dying off without a trace
Kill your pictures
Douse them in flames
You never existed
You never lived
Chaos spawns when things are still
And cannot have their fill
What a waste
And light boxes
Photographs on fiber clay
Only heat from open flame
And pure sunlight
It heats the core
The junkies play with their toys
That burn their eyes and give them joy
And steals their freedom
Their prison cells
So disconnect from the human race
Dying off without a trace
Kill your pictures
Douse them in flames
You never existed
You never lived
Chaos spawns when things are still
And cannot have their fill
What a waste
Credits
Writer(s): Conner Rush
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.