Testo di Quiet Life

I need to goto the place where the blackouts live i need to roll like a corpse to the graveyard shift i couldn't ask for more cold than a collapsing rock over consciousness eye under electric shock i need to use these fingers wrapped around this knife oh i would kill for a quite life never mind the obsessed they don't remember when all of our waking hours were spent submerged again i need a solid year removed from sordid light i need to disappear i need a quiet life.