Texty piesní Between the Buried and Me

Between the Buried and Me

King Redeem/Queen Serene

I can't hear a thing

These waves crash faster

I can't see a thing

These arms grab for wonder

Enter this widened space

Inside our own small cage

I can't hear a thing

These waves crash faster

I can't see a thing

These arms grab for wonder

King redeem

Queen serene

Dusk drifts by with one last try

Clench ... trapped ... lids fold inside

Blurred mind ... dry tears foam from high

Sleep walk past my cornea

Eclipse washed out ... unscathed

Search for the formal stage

I slip past my own mind

A small gift taken from my time

Mute mouth

Mute mind

Color spectrum false, invoke heart rate race

Hysteria develops a hold

Raging winds force the earths

symphony through my ears

Clarity is not known

A fortress blackened by a dissolving sun

A visual memory vanishes

Presence of hope intertwined

A transcript lost from what we've taught

To speak is not an act without our tongues

The human race has been deformed

A quilt of skin surrounds out lungs

Build an arrow to force a grim corrupted turn

Color spectrum is now false

our eyes will see no more

A transcript lost from what we've taught

To speak is not an act without our tongues

The human race has been deformed

A quilt of skin surrounds out lungs

Build a monster to bury the infected worm

Color spectrum is now false

our eyes will see no more

Mute mouth

Mute mind

King redeem ... Queen serene

Blinded bells ... the deafened sing

Hysteria develops a hold

Clarity is not known

We cough the future

We scratch the past

Into the circular I grab the jagged gaze

Color spectrum false invoke heart rate race

A transcript lost from what we've taught

To speak is not an act without our tongues

The human race has been deformed

A quilt of skin surrounds out lungs