Between The Buried And Me piosenki
Utwory wykonawcy:
The Need For Repetition
Whip the child, stretch that child... drag them through your dreams of lust... Raise the skirt... stroke the thigh... leech!! This blood will never clot. It pours down the chin of every child, every life touched by your sick instinct. Fucking whore, fuckin...
The Primer
Prescribe me: corrupt me... Put your guns in my hands... In the hands of the young... Let's kill... Let's die... We're all equal tonight... Prescribe me: I don't want to feel what is happening. I don't want to know what I see, please don't let me cope...
The Proverbial Bellow
Let's stay here forever I am I ... what is this? I am I ... what is this? A God-like floating sensation Hands cover me Jolting ... erupting Sensory bliss I am I ... what is this? I am I ... what is this? The mark is spotted They have found me Elect...
Turn On The Darkness
The winters grieve evenly Flickering moments engage our senses Slowly trembling and venting They won't take notice Dragging feet. Will time notice me? We turn out backs on ourselves Nothing in sight The Sighting: I see a flame erupt in the distance...
Use Of A Weapon
In your city built with concrete and lies. We have slaved away so lifeless. With every breath a compromise. So sickened by your process and our pain. Plague by the fear of a tomorrow, another day in vein, we can throw all this away. Trading our sorrow for...
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 fr...
What We Have Become
Is this justifiable, this is life we lead. Blind stares at what we call humanity. So afraid to face what has already become of us. The dark cloud passed lifetimes ago. The "saints" drink the blood of their own. Your pathetic prayers mean nothing for... O...
White Walls
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 group...