A Quiet Place Songtext
von iAmJakeHill

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