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