Melting City

Between the Buried and Me - Rock, Concept Album
Melting City
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Duration: 10:19
Lyrics
The Black Mask: Creep in before the rise of the sun Execute a story never told Do not think, just do No human emotion Who says I'm even human at this point? A poor example of life Do not think, just do No human emotion No morals, just a huge display of direction Hear, then do, profit Sneak in the box before the rise of the sun A four-handed bed occupied by only two The window is yawning Faceless in a sea of space My propulsion from their pain Faceless in a sea of space My propulsion from their pain In, out, profit Why would they need me for a simple confession? Collect, then destroy Collect, then destroy Collect, then destroy Before the rise of the sun Collect, then destroy Before the rise of the sun, the sun Faceless in a sea of space My propulsion from their pain Faceless in a sea of space My propulsion from their pain Years Later: Frantic writing, not meant for my eyes Frantic writing, not meant for my eyes Why did I keep this? What inside forced me to see the ink? Smoothed out, then in pieces, in pieces I can't live with this, I must let her know A valley of smiling despair Self-doubt would be my first guess Confusion, sadness, the other half But lost through selfish measures I can't live with this, I must let her know I can't live with this, I must let her know The robot has stepped out of his box Foreigner in my own land No profit, for once no profit The robot has stepped out of his box Foreigner in my own land No profit Walk in After the rise of the sun Conclude a story never read A burning smell creeps up my nostrils (the box is gone) A trapdoor locked from the inside Incomplete me Impossible conclusion, me Incomplete me Impossible conclusion, me Faceless in a sea of space My propulsion from their pain Faceless in a sea of space My propulsion from their pain Faceless in a sea of space My propulsion from their pain Faceless in a sea of space My propulsion from their pain Frantic writing, not meant for my eyes Frantic writing, not meant for my eyes
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Credits
- Writers
- Paul Waggoner
- Tommy Giles Rogers