![Lunar Wilderness - Between the Buried and Me](https://cdn.muztext.com/i/3284754019183925347.jpg)
Date of issue: 11.04.2011
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
Lunar Wilderness |
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? |
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, too late? |
Too, too late? |
Moving forward is a must |
Dig deep |
Commence sleep |
Dig deep |
Commence sleep inside sleep |
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 |
Home |
The empty space of home |
All I’ve known is gone |
All I’ve loved is lost |
Silence |
Home |
The empty space of home |
All I’ve known is gone |
All I’ve loved is lost |
Silence |
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