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Between The Buried And Me
Between The Buried And Me


Background information
Origin Raleigh, North Carolina, USA
Genre(s) Metalcore
Progressive Metal
Death Metal
Years active 2000—present
Label(s) Metal Blade Records
Victory Records
Lifeforce Records
Associated acts Orbs
Thomas Giles
Website Website
Members
Tommy Giles Rogers
Paul Waggoner
Dustie Waring
Dan Briggs
Blake Richardson
Former members
Will Goodyear
Nicholas Shawn Fletcher
Jason Schofield King
Mark Edward Castillo
Shane Blay
Jason Roe



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Between The Buried And Me Lyrics

"Lunar Wilderness" lyrics


Prospect #1
Many days and fewer nights... so I'm told.
I've lost my time years ago... so I'm told.
The explaining. The whispered words.
This will be the hardest part... so I'm told.
I wish my mind would work... unfold.
The explaining. The whispered words.

The front door opened to the look of death. Will this make sense? Will this be comforting at all?
The questions dive in day and night. Nothing we can do. Nothing I can do.
Twists and turns must be answered.
I hit land... so it seems
The dirt chokes up my legs... strong air then shoots down my throat.
Sensory overload in an instant of sense.
Charting through old water that I pushed away to drown.
Into another.
To find and be found.
This is what I've set out to do. Where is this door?

Prospect #2
The constant movement of my eyes. I can feel, but I can't open the lids. The back of my skin is scarred, torn and broken.
A reflection of what I've seen. (What have I become?)
They let these people recreate. Maybe I should have ended it all. Too late?
Moving forward is a must.

Dig deep.
Commence sleep inside sleep.
Silence.

(An out of focus picture brings up a familiar scenario: Three people fill the room. There seems to be a fourth, but very small. We are speaking about some sort of mission. My mouth won't stop moving... talking way too much. Even through the blur I can feel their stares. This one sided discussion seems to be about what I am preventing. Is this a sign? Too late... I've said it before. The people then disappear. I look about and the western sky seems to be red... alone. I can smell burning flesh... scorched life. I turn around and the face of death stares so grim that the lids finally open...)

I come to.

I'm close... Very close. But something isn't right.
A horrifying realization is swept over me.

Home. The empty space of home.
All I've known is gone. All I've loved is lost.
Silence.

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