A Quiet Place

Rolling, rolling clean, making stain, making, making stain Rolling, rolling clean, making stain, making, making stain Rolling, rolling clean, making stain, making, making stain Rolling, rolling clean, making stain, making, making stain Rolling, rolling clean, making stain, making, making stain Rolling, rolling clean, making stain, making, making stain Rolling, rolling clean, making stain, making, making stain Rolling, rolling clean, making stain, making, making stain I come from a quiet place, we make no sound We slip up, they might come around No fight, no flight, we freeze on sight A breezy night tonight We might just die if we're not silent Timing just right when I light it Stalk like a lion, talkin' for mindless Walk a thin line This is how we pass the time Run motherfucker, run No sunlight to save you Fun times before the strike came And death is imminent, and I'm petrified a little bit Destined to be dead in my bed where I rest The test, I guess never expected less Probably a pessimist at a time like this Cold as I write this, soul is ice, I roll the dice Come out alive if not We tried everything that we could But it wasn't effective Maybe a different direction We're nothing if we can't protect them Maybe we're worthless Maybe we're searchin' for the wrong answers Wipe the canvas, I can hear them in the forest Roaring their chorus Sound the siren no place to hide in sight I come from a quiet place, We make no sound We slip up, they might come around No fight, no flight, we freeze on sight A breezy night tonight We might just die if we're not silent Timing just right when I light it Stalk like a lion, talkin' for mindless Walk a thin line This is how we pass the time Rolling, rolling clean, making stain, making, making stain Rolling, rolling clean, making stain, making, making stain Rolling, rolling clean, making stain, making, making stain Pull up with a pump Click-clack clip, I dump 5.56, bye-bye, time up Shot two times, tonight we die Beside the rifles that we hide No fucks given, too bad endin' Push to the limit and we never gonna end it Blood on the linen, got mud in the dinner Moped up in the prison, I'ma pull up with a pump Click-clack clip, I dump 5.56, bye-bye, time up Shot two times, tonight we die Beside the rifles that we hide No fucks given, too bad endin' Push to the limit and we never gonna end it Blood on the linen, got mud in the dinner Moped up in the prison, I'ma pull up with a pump