Between the Buried and Me

ove inside me
Let misery wake me

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The creaking floors cry out below
A limping glimpse of next steps
The fog showers the last light of day

[Voice of trespass:]
Destroy the wooden frame
Trust the creaking sounds
Seek the tunnel to walk high above
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Trust the creaking sounds
Seek the tunnel to walk high above
Search low
Destroy the wooden frame
Confront the night

Warm blood drips on cold snow
The curtain surrounds logical thought

Condemned to the gallows
Condemned to the gallows
Condemned to the gallows
Condemned to the gallows

Condemned to the gallows
Condemned
Condemned to the gallows
Condemned

Crimson moonbeam lights my journey
Crippled with time desperate strides into nothing
Crimson moonbeam lights my journey
Hear the waking
Crippled with time desperate strides into nothing


2. House Organ

[Day two]

This frame... it does nothing to soothe
Thoughts of worst-case seep through its fiber
This frame... ignites every step
Engulf the shadows it creates

Smash
Ignite
Destroy the creeping eyes
Hang the rope
Destroy this weakened frame

Two eyes lock onto my pulse
Love comes crashing on my conscience

Change my focus, lift my spirit... boy
Change my focus, you are my spirit... boy

The crimson moon shines down
Hold your tongue, let me speak
There's more to this than it may seem


3. Yellow Eyes

[Night four]

Yellow eyes are seen circling... a whirlwind arriving for the passing storm
The hunt... the hunter inside
A whirlwind arriving

The wanderer wanders too far from the gold distance
Where they live... where the quiet lay their drowning heads at night
Flesh drapes on the smoking ground
and then spills onto the teeth of the once protected
Yellow eyes close in

Yellow

Our souls grip onto a wall
Our minds slip past this old soul

Yellow

[Morning five]

Smoke is seen in both directions
My creation sits... my progress awaits
Smoke is seen in both directions

In rubble... their creation
Somewhere in the distance... somewhere
The softness of snow mutes my travels
Somewhere in the distance... somewhere

This landscape seems to change too often for comfort
A blinking light hides as I stumble downward
A stillness... it's too quiet
The hum of electricity
My crumbling bones seem to weld the new author
A stillness... it's too quiet
The hum of electricity... seems to buzz

Cut an X in my palm... leave my mark
A translation for whatever created this world for me
I sit under the crimson moon
Whatever created this world for me
Yours or mine?
They or this?
Yellow eyes
Tread light
Collisions open us more
Revise
The simple task of our own

We serve our own hell

A cocoon leaking on our own conclusions
We serve our hell well
Cope with disguise

Inner working dissect
Common phase neglect
I am tangible with no logic

Change my focus, drown my spirits
There's more to this than it may seem

Blink fast into hollow ground...


4. Millions

[Before]

Millions... watch them fly overhead
Now please take me with you
I've lost my perspective
You left me alone

Alone and trembling
My chin jolting back and forth... sounds soar around
The shield you once were... my life you would defend
Sounds soar around

In my world there is only us
Bring me with you to soar
This dreadful collapsing scent... you never strive for more

Millions fly overhead
Fog dancing slavery... like snakes circling
Small angle jeopardy

Millions


5. Gold Distance

[Instrumental]



6. Blot

[Rehearsal]

The blot in my eyes...
Circular
The blot in my eyes...
Circulate

All my pockets are full and my mind is lost
Circulate
The rear view keeps shifting as I stare at the sun

The blot in my eyes...
Circular
The blot in my eyes...
Circulate

All together... back and forth as the wind cusps my inner mind
The sun separates me
Exposed... our greatest fear
All is here to see
Piece by piece you strip away

Exploring the escape
Endless lives whispering by... so fast
Circulate

This is the beginning of my life

I hope you enjoy the show... it's for you, ya know?
To watch you from across the room
To hear you through the tangled lines... it completes me
I've been waiting

The blot in my eyes...
Circulate

[Voice of trespass:]
Computer simulation complete
Eject the suspect...
Mold and shape to create memory
Bring them back I say...
Sights set on the uncommon agenda
Well done
Computer simulation complete
Eject the suspect...
Mold and shape

I won't remember me
I won't remember us
I won't remember he
I won't remember them

Eyes covered by an electrical storm
Voltage increasing, distance engaging... a mumbling timbre
Silent to this awakening
I'm sorry... a fucking tragedy
A mumbling timbre
Smash... ignite... destroy...
The tunnel's twisting this body into glass
A once hollow man... break through to the other side

Exploring the escape
Endless lives whispering by... so fast
Circulate

The blot in my eyes...
Circular
The blot in my eyes...
Circulate