Between the Buried and Me

lectricity screams through the fingers below

I am I ... what is this?

Move me to the ambulance of thought
Tiny electric movements

Please pick up the phone ... it's been ringing for years now
I'm so alone here
Sensory bliss

I'm now elevated
Yellow eyes stare below me
You/him/us: multiple versions of my inner search

The church of regret emits welcoming ... please don't shut us out
The red glow creates shadows ... mountains
Shadows of our choosing
Lights in their eyes start flickering ... the proverbial bellow

Let's stay here forever

Beautiful eruption ... we've made our creation
Sunshine beams on their faces ... as they melt into one
The slight hum of the grid

Please pick up the phone ... it's been ringing for years now
I'm so alone here
Sensory bliss


8. Glide

[Night four]

"May I have this dance?" ... it nervously asks
The two glide into the heavy crowd
Awake this smile
Familiar...
The comfort of being
We are everything

Time is irrelevant while you're in my arms ... maker
The grid is gone and we all slowly collapse around each other
Piles of flesh and wires create a mountain of memory


9. Voice of Trespass

Come a little closer now ... let me tell you what you need
A snake-tongued devil by your side

I will creep right through your mind and swim right through your veins...
Let your blood flow over me

I want to dine in your mind
Trust me ... we'll take it from here

Let's all hold these dreams in our broken hands of filth
Replace ... begin ... forget it all
Shut it off ... now ... all of it
I'll make you understand that they are really here and gone

I want to dine in your mind

Collapse on you
The inner rot
We are the Voice of Trespass

Voice of Trespass

We hang you out to dry...
Dollar signs in your eyes...
Crooked steps by design...
You're going somewhere fast...
It will never last...
Disembowel your formal aim...

I'll start slithering ... my pockets are getting big ... the dollars are in my eyes
The Voice of Trespass

We hang you out to dry...
Dollar signs in your eyes...
Crooked steps by design...
You're going somewhere fast...
It will never last...
Disembowel your formal aim...

The lizard tongue snaps at its prey
Clinking glass of celebration ... another puppet is lost in our world
Jolted out of reverie...
Break out ... break free
The lizard tongue snaps at its prey

This is not perfection
Find yourself...

Wake up
Please wake up

We are hollow
Condemned to the gallows


10. The Grid

[The Premiere]

Inhale... we take it all in
Prying hands mold ... inhale
Prying hands hold
We shape you ... you'll never know
Distinct cries for help rain down on our vice
The device inside
Prying hands become old
Rebirth

Inhale ... we take it all in
Dying hands mold ... inhale
Dying hands hold
We break you ... you'll never know
Distinct cries for help rain down

Judge not what we do, judge what we feed

Mental transformation
We have become their memory

Step back and feel the sun
Step back and touch the end
We are in this together

Millions circling...

Judge not what we do, judge what we feed
Guilt surrounds ... we pushed for a perfect life
We held you under and let you drown

Slowly submerge ... become your true self
Rain down on our vice ... the device inside
Prying hands become old
Rebirth

Judge not what we do, judge what we feed

Mental transformation
We have become their memory

The moon slides past the shoreline
Its crimson glow lives on

Please don't wait up for me
I've finally locked the door...
Please don't wait up for me
I can move on...

We are in this together