Quiet Your Heart

It's a different kind of tragic When beauty causes sadness Pouring out of red eyes and dry throats You say you're not an addict But you can't control the reflex Of gaining all that status in the blue glow And someone's gotta say it Cause God only knows The sheer amount of static in your soul There's a longing for some silence From the noise of pretty things That's where you'll find the headspace that you need Quiet your heart And maybe you'll start living Living free And all those blue lights Keep feeding you lies of living Living free It's strange kind of habit To make beauty so pedantic We rot it all away till it implodes We've made it academic And our hearts are at an impasse Between satisfying ego or our souls And someone's gotta say it Cause God only knows The sheer amount of static in our souls We're longing for some silence From the noise of pretty things That's where we'll find the headspace that we need Quiet your heart And maybe you'll start living Living free And all those blue lights Keep feeding you lies of living Living free Quiet your heart And maybe you'll start living Living free And all those blue lights Keep feeding you lies of living Living free Stimulation Blue Fixation Eyes gone blind from saturation Stillness is a needle to our numb lives Blue affection A lonely nation Our addiction to validation Stillness will wake us from our numb lives Quiet your heart And maybe you'll start living Living free And all those blue lights Keep feeding you lies of living Living free Quiet your heart And maybe you'll start living Living free And all those blue lights Keep feeding you lies of living Living free