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de Between The Buried And Me

Under it all
A new world
A new world made with the hands of madness
These hands
They will always do the cutting
Piece by piece the pain gets worse
If only i could see myself right now

The gathering of flesh
Transforming my face into an unrecognizable state
Smooth out the eyes
Smooth out the lips
Every mirror is a past idea smashed upon recognition (these selfish reasons... the letter is all i left for explaining)

Will it be found?
Will the right hands deliver?
The heartache i left

Cut until all that is left is new material
Myself
Day in, day out
Deep down i know what i must do

So much happens behind closed doors
So much happens behind our closed doors
This key will open them
Expose us all

Crusty-eyed symphony
Awakened by my grunts and moans
Why do i do this to myself?
I suppose the choice was all mine
God felt so much better before the mirror glimpse
On the surface i know what i must do

The precaution documents
The failsafe way back "home".
Should i end it right here and now?
That would be far too selfish
I shall end what i've begun
The creation of more
More of us
The skin and bones of destruction
An army of weak souls
Weak minds
Weak life

(written in a language i can understand. my brilliance seems questioned with these instructions. fairly obvious for precaution documents i suppose. the "night owls" always send me back. seems to be in their dna)
.fade out.

I wake to my own whimper
Ship is counting down
Must regroup myself

The end starts now

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