Lyrics Lost Perfection A. Coulrophobia - Between the Buried and Me

Lost Perfection A. Coulrophobia

These hours seem like years…
I’ve been staring at this wall, wondering when it’s going to take all of our
lives.
I’m just glad we have jokes.
I think way too much back here.
My eyes are slowly closing;
boredom is causing this loss of interest.
When will I awake?
Asleep…
This party of four includes three grown adults and myself.
The first adult is very shy and wise enough to keep the second one from
conversation.
(They're on a mission).
Gender is not recognized.
The third adult is a male and talks too much.
The stench of shit is in the air…
The room storms with laughter… fours turns into a hundred and the noise is
unbearable.
«It's time, you are in hell, this place will kill itself soon!»
I cry, and the hands surround me.
Born into a hell…
I never wanted to wake to this.
I have experienced nothing, yet I feel I’m the only one who has not done harm.
If only I could understand how to change things…
I can’t fucking think.
The noise is unbearable.
THE noise STOPS.