Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Picture Box, artist - Yugen Blakrok. Date of issue: 24.01.2019
Song language: English
Picture Box |
| Yeah, yeah, that’s the one |
| Plastic city |
| Picture box, service screens, static |
| One, two |
| Yeah |
| Conspiring in secrecy |
| My ghouls drag chains and exchange theories on other spooks and black books |
| Sad souls known to grab loose and handles |
| They hypnotized by the truth, horrific daily news |
| Ears ringing from eerie noises, anti-vessels make the loudest |
| TV hosts invading living rooms like haunted houses |
| Spewing words without content, spoken out of context |
| I breathe deep, inhale the sweet perfume of the dead |
| The ghosts that haunt my spirit hide amidst some petty showers |
| To purify the self I throw my fears in burning fires |
| Desperate times call desperate measures, but situations dire |
| Tower over furnaces unburnt and demons cower |
| But the world spins, or it seems to |
| Watch the heavens wonder if the gods and us can be equals |
| Stars circle the planet, like followers to Akaba |
| Universal in breath directs the flow of prana |
| I’m folding cosmic sagas in the gallows |
| Where my shadow reigns supreme |
| Diana with the bow, the protectors of all thieves |
| Still, beating hearts bump chests and leave static on the screen |
| I live in frequencies, where strange schools of sorcery meet |
| Turn it on, turn it off, turn it on, turn it off |
| May the rhythm bring peace to your bubbling heart |
| Find the inner space of night, the most cosmic of sparks |
| The firefly that shines like the sun and lights up the dark |
| Turn it on, turn it off, turn it on, turn it off |
| May the rhythm bring peace to your bubbling heart |
| Find the inner space of night, the most cosmic of sparks |
| The firefly that shines like the sun and lights up the dark |
| Hark, the herald angel sings, melodies and harp strings |
| Rather stay blind to mass-appeal than kill the art for it |
| So, rhyme-books, they poison with the arsenic |
| Scribble lines of plots and twists confounding neurologists |
| Deepen my delirium, I’ll write breathing little puns |
| Hissing sounds as they release, purge God from bitter nuns |
| Smoking guns, my lyrics are—dense, the dark attest |
| They give the same sensation that sinking does |
| Gills are deficient, navigating watery worlds |
| Clouds of emotional words hang over my head like a curse |
| I dig through sentiment like rubble |
| They say, «Woman is a fish that shows herself most when the waters are troubled» |
| In this no-man's-land, culture hazardous |
| Protect neck and self with magic amulets, silent answers does Holding heavy |
| hearts like Anubis |
| Consumed by anger, self-confusing who the activist |
| Only one stage down in the gallows |
| Where my shadow reigns supreme |
| Beauty for the hideous, I’m a savage and a beast |
| Of the stormiest of temperaments |
| Of waves of manic springs |
| Blakrok like the runners go in the east |
| Turn it on, turn it off, turn it on, turn it off |
| May the rhythm bring peace to your bubbling heart |
| Find the inner space of night, the most cosmic of sparks |
| The firefly that shines like the sun and lights up the dark |
| Turn it on, turn it off, turn it on, turn it off |
| May the rhythm bring peace to your bubbling heart |
| Find the inner space of night, the most cosmic of sparks |
| The firefly that shines like the sun and lights up the dark |