Lost Perfection: b) Anablephobia

Between the Buried and Me - Rock, Progressive Metal
Lost Perfection: b) Anablephobia
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Clowns now appear They are all carrying knives and cups of gasoline "Tonight is our death" The clowns then begin to slash each other Clowns now appear They are all carrying knives and cups of gasoline "Tonight is our death" The skies open up The flames pour in The world watched in awe Mesmerized The populations soon follow the clown's lead The skies open up The flames pour in The world watched in awe Mesmerized Death is in the air The three adults once again start talking They ask questions of faith and love "We shall live past these days Rid of all we've done." I see what they mean now But the wretched smell has overcome I am gone The baby born with the end of the world Awake Awake Awake Awake Awake The five of us haven't spoken in hours Sitting alone to our own thoughts Only we will know what strange things boredom has created
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Credits
- Writers
- Tommy Giles Rogers
- Paul Waggoner
- Nick Fletcher
- Jason King
- Mark Castillo