| A twisted crash… vibrations forming my personal currency
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| A lifeline… a sweatbox, the linear mind as one
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| Who would have thought?
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| This distant face…
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| Distant life… never before seen
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| Deep sleep in deep sea
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| Nerves are torn from their ends
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| Distant life… never before seen
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| Deep sleep in deep sea
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| Nerves are torn from their ends
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| It has been three nights and still the puzzle is cut by a shaky hand
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| Carved out of improper materials… imperfect directions
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| A crushing sound soon awakes
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| Where am I?
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| The taste of sand wipes away the grime of my past life…
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| A crushing sound soon awakes
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| Where am I?
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| The taste of sand wipes away the grime of my past life…
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| The life I fled… the grip I loosened
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| It has all caused an even pressure. |
| The kind they show us on our screens
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| I’ve become what I’ve force-fed my entire life… a drifter’s dream…
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| a loner’s mind
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| Wanting what they have… their perfect smiles and heartless lusts
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| On night four, they come back
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| Awakening a new life
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| Over and over… like I’ve been there before
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| Living and breathing, but still choking
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| A mirror stares back. |
| I contort like the wheels in my head…
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| On night four, they come back
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| Awakening a new life
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| Over and over… like I’ve been there before
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| Living and breathing, but still choking
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| A mirror stares back
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| Still nothing happens. |
| Please wake up
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| I open my eyes to the smell of morning skin
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| The soft touch of your hair
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| Your breath I breathe in
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| I open my eyes to the smell of morning skin
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| The soft touch of your hair
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| Your breath I breathe in
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| I open my eyes to the smell of morning skin
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| The soft touch of your hair
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| Your breath I breathe in, breathe in
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| The reality chases and catches up on actual alertness
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| I’m awake… a daydream… alone. |
| Silence
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| This is the last few years rolled into one instance
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| I need something new
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| I jerk back in and out of a daydream self
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| A backwards day… water surrounds
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| A cool breeze wrapping its smell around my skin
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| I jerk back in and out of a daydream self
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| A backwards day… water surrounds
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| A cool breeze wrapping its smell around my skin
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| The midday siren awakes what was a false idea of sleep
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| Daydream society. |
| Walking past what we used to see
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| Beginning again
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| Beginning again
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| Walking into a certain state of…
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| Walking into a certain state of suffocation
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| Walking into a certain state of suffocation
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| Walking into…
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| Confusion surrounds… day after day
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| The questions I face… the dealings I deal
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| Do I complete me? |
| Do I complete humanity?
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| This day will determine it all
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| Mirror stares back again. |
| I contort like the wheels in my head…
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| Still nothing ever happens. |
| Please wake up
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| Mirror stares back again
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| I contort like the wheels in my head…
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| Still nothing ever happens
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| Please wake up |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Specular Reflection, artist - Between the Buried and Me. Album song The Parallax: Hypersleep Dialogues, in the genre Прогрессив-метал