Lay Your Ghosts to Rest - Between the Buried and Me

Under it all — a new world

Under it all — a new world

A new world made with the hands of madness

These hands, these hands, these hands

They will always do the cutting

Piece by piece the pain gets worse

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?

Will it be found?

Will the right hands deliver the heartache I left?

Cut until all that is left is new material

Myself, 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

What I must do

God felt so much better before the mirror glimpse

On the surface, I know what I must do

What I must do, what I must do

What I must do, what I must do

Folder 502:

The precaution documents

The fail-safe way back «home»

Should I end it right here and now?

The precaution documents

The fail-safe 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 souls, weak minds

Weak souls, weak minds

Weak souls, weak minds

Weak souls, weak minds

Weak souls, weak minds

Weak souls, weak minds

Weak souls, weak life

(Written in a language I can understand. My brilliance seems questioned with

these instructions.

Fairly obvious for precaution documents I suppose.

The «Night Owls» always send me back.

Seems to be in ther DNA)

.fade out

I wake to my own whimper

Ship is counting down

Must regroup myself

I wake to my own whimper

Ship is counting down

The end starts now

Cut until all that is left is new material

Myself, day in, day out

Cut until all that is left is new material

Myself, day in, day out