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lirik lagu lay your ghosts to rest – between the buried and me


under it all
a new world
a new world made with the hands of madness
these hands
they will always do the cutting
piece by piece the pain gets worse
if only i could see myself right now

the gathering of flesh
transforming my face into an unrecognizable state
smooth out the eyes
smooth out the lips
every mirror is a past idea smashed upon recognition (these selfish reasons… the letter is all i left for explaining)

will it be found?
will the right hands deliver?
the heartache i left

cut until all that is left is new material
day in, day out
deep down i know what i must do

so much happens behind closed doors
so much happens behind our closed doors
this key will open them
expose us all

crusty-eyed symphony
awakened by my grunts and moans
why do i do this to myself?
i suppose the choice was all mine
god felt so much better before the mirror glimpse
on the surface i know what i must do

[folder 502:]
the precaution doc-ments
the failsafe way back “home”.
should i end it right here and now?
that would be far too selfish
i shall end what i’ve begun
the creation of more
more of us
the skin and bones of destruction
an army of weak souls
weak minds
weak life

(written in a language i can understand. my brilliance seems questioned with these instructions. fairly obvious for precaution doc-ments i suppose. the “night owls” always send me back. seems to be in their dna)
.fade out.

i wake to my own whimper
ship is counting down
must regroup myself

the end starts now