Between the Buried and Me

[Prospect 2:] Analyze my own matter from above Blacked out eyes in an existence overgrown Never fall back down Trapped in myself Sold my hands Envy them Can't find the one I slowly start to cut pieces of flesh from my body Dig in and dissect Collecti

My teeth taste funny today...they seem more jagged than normal. I've been told that I have been grinding them like the gears during my dream hours... I wonder if it's just my thoughts fusing into one frequent dream... one which parts with the night.

From the simple idea of Change Blindness, our minds are not as they seem. An entire existence revolving around what we can't acknowledge. A brain malfunction we'll never admit as defeat.... a constant determination to find truths... to find reason...

Blackened is the end Winter it will send Throwing all you see Into obscurity Death of mother earth Never a rebirth Evolution's end Never will it mend Never Fire To begin whipping dance of the dead Blackened is the end To begin whipping dance of the d

I will just keep waiting... you will just keep waiting. In the cold... The supplement... we lost some friends... we drove the bends... so small... A conscious decision to persuade ourselves amongst the common human... The drive to complete ourselves

The monsters are made, and we have proven that we will be one of them. The whores take the stage...flash our skills... gotta draw 'em in...gotta keep 'em on their toes... don't show them how you truly are...who would want honesty... who would want a

Rebuild. Cannot close our eyes. Construction paper traffic...corner office destruction. The cityscape burns brighter by the hour. Clock tower: bring us all down. Marching like ants to the foundation of a higher form. Trash. Capped and smothered. Tras

(Slip into something more comforatble... proceed into space) Innocent individuals... concerned about nothing but happiness... Progress becomes easy due to this social situation. Unfortunate turn of events... collapse this idea of the childish thought

The road is dry... I'm fucking delirious right now... Life goes on... glorious evening of nodding and jump starts... I need to make a personal dance party. The brain works very weird at this hour... Not the best time for lyrics I suppose... Keep writ

[Prospect #1] A twisted crash... vibrations forming my personal currency. A lifeline... a sweatbox, the linear mind as one. Who would have thought? This distant face... Distant life... never before seen. Deep sleep in deep sea. Nerves torn from their

I will just keep waiting... you will just keep waiting. (Change for the worst) Obsession. Obsessive. Obsessed. Abscess. Rip out my fucking eyes. I can't watch you grow into this. I can't watch the young turn to all of this. Their eyes left wide... ni