Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Telos, 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
Telos |
Built to destroy, born to compress |
Every worry, every idea |
Push it deep down |
The blood vessel cover |
The skin suit of anxiety |
Built to destroy, born to compress |
Every worry, every idea |
Push it deep down |
The blood vessel cover |
The skin suit of anxiety |
Never speak a word |
Just do as you’re told and compete |
Compete for success, for health, for sport |
Climb the mountain of limbs |
Built to destroy, born to compress |
Every worry, every idea |
Push it deep down |
The blood vessel cover |
The skin suit of anxiety |
Build the walls around me |
A covered land mine |
Every smile, every itch |
A covered land mine |
Push it deep down |
Put your head under the ground |
Worm discussion, worm discussion |
Built to destroy, born to dominate |
As I am you |
You will never know |
Just like all the fools before you |
Here is what we must do |
She writes: |
I awake to a cold touch. |
Two arms in four-armed bed. |
The touch of wind wrapping |
around me. |
I’m trying to follow its scent. |
The scent of isolation. |
Every door opened, every aspect of our life… gone. |
Hauling around our |
memories. |
Every corner a display of our life. |
A life I assume will never be the |
same again. |
No signs, no clues. |
A game that I will question until the end. |
Where have you gone? |
Was I ever important? |
The late nights lend ideas, |
but nothing to gather actual progress |
Years go by. |
The constant stare. |
The constant grip inside. |
Every organ grinding. |
Every day seems easier until I step back in our box. |
Boxed in. Surrounded by |
life, while suffocating inside a poor version of one. |
Grip the match, |
set the fire. |
Don’t save a thing |
Rebirth. |
Reborn. |
Now this is progress. |
The black box will reveal only this. |
I will sit. |
Sit and wait until not a breath escapes my body. |
Burning in our |
box. |
What did all of this even mean? |
More objects to represent a status. |
One we can’t even prove. |
Hide behind what we have taken. |
You have done this. |
The memory of me will leave with the ash of lost treasures. |
Goodbye to you. |
Goodbye to everything |
She speaks: |
Was I ever, was I ever really alive? |
Did I stay, did I stay in his mind? |
Was I ever, was I ever really alive? |
Did I stay, did I stay in his mind? |
Goodbye to all I’ve known, I love you |
Goodbye to all I’ve known, I love you |
Rebirth, reborn |
Rebirth, reborn |
Prospect 2: |
Do as we are built, machines for the future |
Bright eyed and ready for life |
The dual gods of our time, of all time |
They will never see us coming |
They will never see us coming |
Let’s end it all |
Start from scratch |
Patch the uniform and let the galaxy form a comfortable replacement |
We will not be missed, goodbye to everything |
Start from scratch |
Patch the uniform and let the galaxy form a comfortable replacement |
We will not be missed, goodbye to everything |
Prospect 1: |
Doing as one’s told, a puppet through fear |
The crossed finger clicking sounds |
Inner anxiety with a smile |
Doing as one’s told, a puppet through fear |
The crossed finger clicking sounds |
Inner anxiety with a smile |
(Will he even know this? Will she notice? I haven’t even begun telling her the |
truth, or telling you about her for that matter.) |
Why can’t we step back? |
Why can’t we step back? |
Are we really this important? |
Just because we can doesn’t mean we should |
(Let things happen naturally) |
Personal resets through selfish release |
At least I will enjoy |
The worry slips under the door |
(I will never see him or I again) |
You won’t see me coming |
You won’t see me coming |