Burning House

by Icicle

Born and raised in communist Bulgaria, Krassy Halatchev (Icicle) grew up with a few tight friends who were true music maniacs. Being one of them as well, he studied and analyzed every note of the repertoire of his favourite bands (Pink Floyd, Genesis, The Police, The B-52’s, Depeche Mode, The Cure,…



BURNING HOUSE

No matter what they say
No matter what they preach
I can smell the bullshit
For miles along the beach
Trespass, no pass
Bold lies and purple prose
Coin toss and overdose
Meant to kill me fast

Some say I am right
Some say I am wrong
What difference does it make
If I go along
No matter if I see
No matter if I read
There’s no room for wise men
There’s no sense, indeed

I see a burning house
Every time I open my eyes
I smell a burning house
With chaos around as disguise

I see a burning house
Every time I open my eyes
I smell a burning house
With chaos around as disguise

Some say I am wrong
Some say I am are right
What I wanna know is
How He sleeps at night
No matter how I feel
No matter if a kneel
Fire will engulf me
As I faint and keel

Some say I am right
Some say I am are wrong
What difference does it make
If I go along
No matter if I see
No matter if I read
There’s no room for wise men
No sense, indeed

I am a burning house
Ready to fall and collide
I am a burning house
With fire raging inside

I am a burning house
Ready to fall and collide
I am a burning house
With fire raging inside

Written by: Krassy Halatchev

Submitted by: herd_recs on June 12, 2019

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