Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Melting City, artist - Between the Buried and Me. Album song The Parallax II: Future Sequence, in the genre Прогрессив-метал
Date of issue: 08.10.2012
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
Melting City |
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 |