Lyrics Tragic Black - Seashell radio

The Salamander is said to survive.
The lizard that keeps free thought alive.
Almost overdosed on sleeping pills.
Now reading books will get you killed.
Montag is changing, cant you see?
Are you happy? Said the late Clarisse.

No art, no books, no fun, just fears
With radio sets hooked to your ears.
What’s going on in your mind today?
Seashell Radio begins to play.

Through the sordid corridors
Unseen words melt in the hearth.
From distant eyes the reader sees
a wax doll melting in its own heat.
Slip in sociology, tied up in philosophy.
"This may be the death of me." He said.

Salamanders devour their own tail.
The Sieve and the Sand, lets set sail.
When books burn in Fahrenheit 451 they burn so bright.
In this decent we leave behind.
The past is gone into the night.
The past is gone it's burning bright.