Between the Buried and Me
Vertical Beta 461
The inner thrust jolts the body into this colony
Invention upon invention, swaying to the movement of our ticking grip. This lunacy tagged our story… a dreadful play entangled in our deepest fears
To watch it play out amongst our darkest ideas. Every time
“Never stops” he says… Never will he stop
Upright position and ready for this sense of reality to melt
Distrust reality into a gleaming sphere of pointless thought
Melt/Meld/Melt
Thoughts chill to the core
To watch it all unfold
Driving force within can claim all of us again
To watch it all unfold
The speech upon the night claims everything in sight
Grin away…
Our crops watch below as we float by with a gas-like stench
Asleep in their beds while our bodies contort around our pointless possessions
They didn’t save us
We put our trust and comfort into this lonely state of greed. Alone
Alone with them all… the scarecrows overhead
Keeping watch as our spines dance down on the sleeping slogans. Stay intrigued
Crush this concept, create the maze
Eyes upon I’s
Eyes upon I’s
Eyes upon I’s
Upright position and ready for this sense of reality
Melt. Meld
Distrust reality… refuse reality