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BETWEEN THE BURIED AND ME LYRICS
"The Silent Circus" (2003)
1. Lost Perfection - a. Coulrophobia
2. b. Anablephobia
3. Camilla Rhodes
4. Mordecai
5. Reaction
6. Shevanel Take 2
7. Ad A Dglgmut
8. Destructo Spin
9. Aesthetic
10. The Need for Repetition / The Man Land
1. Lost Perfection - a. Coulrophobia
also, track 1 "1. Lost Perfection - a. Coulrophobia" has the same lyrics as track 2, it should be:
Clowns now appear. They are all carrying knives and cups of
gasoline. "Tonight is our death." The clowns then begin to slash each
other...the skies open up, the flames pour in...the world watched in awe.
MESMERIZED. The populations soon follow the clown's lead. Death is in
the air. The three adults once again start talking...they ask questions
of faith and love. "We shall live past these days, rid of all we've
done." I see what they mean now...but the wretched smell has overcome...I
am gone...THE BABY BORN WITH THE END OF THE WORLD...Awake...
The five of us haven't spoken in hours. Sitting alone to our own
thoughts. Only we will know what strange things boredom has created.
2. b. Anablephobia
These hours seem like years...
I've been starting at this wall,
wondering when it's going to take all of our libes.
I'm just glad we have jokes.
I think way too much back here.
My eyes are slowly closing;
boredom is causing this loss of interest.
When will I awake?
My eyes are slowly closing;
boredom is causing this loss of interest.
When will I awake?
Asleep...
This party of four includes three grown adluts and myself.
The first adult is shy and wise enough
to keep the second one away from conversation.
(They're on a mission).
Gender is not recognized.
The third adult is a male and talks too much.
The stench of shit is in the air...
The roomstorms with laughter...
four turns to a hundred and the nosie is unbearable.
"It's time, you are in hell, this place will kill itself soon!"
I cry, and the hands surround me.
Born into a hell... never wake to this.
I cry, and the hands surround me.
Born into a hell... never wake to this.
I have experienced nothing,
yet I fell the only one who has not done harm.
If only I could understand how to change things...
I can't fucking think.
The noise is unbearable.
I can't fucking think.
The noise is unbearable.
THE noise STOPS.
3. Camilla Rhodes
This moment is set.
Let's make magic.
You're the #1 girl; it's time to stay at the top,
it's time to stay at the top, it's time to stay at the top.
This is the song of the year.
We just recorded your orgaism.
The music wasn't shit anymore;
your sexual vibe carries across the land.
Daydream sex, broken marriage fuck.
You cause this shit.
Daydream sex, broken marriage fuck.
You cause this shit.
Everyone has been waiting for this moment; for this song.
This song of the year: "sexy, smooth, yet sophisticated."
The music is shit.
It's all about IMAGE, IMAGE, IMAGE, IMAGE
Fuck your song, you're looking good.
We just recorded your orgasim, and the money is rolling in.
Alone, alone, afraid, smile glued bright.
Feeling so dirty, sexed up by humans eyes.
An "artist" washed over, washed over, , pulled under.
The moment is set, let's make magic.
You're the #2 girl; it's time to kill for the top.
Let's show this song of the year. We videotaped your orgasm.
The music was never shit, we lied, we lied as you lay...
drained, tired and robbed of your self-expression...
you're a toy, lust, greed.
Insecure depression, the mirrors are laughingg at us.
Trying to be sexy queen, trying to be darling.
You've pounded in her little head
like daddy wants to pound in you, pounded you.
Trying to be sexy queen, trying to be darling.
You've pounded in her little head
like daddy wants to pound in you, pounded you.
Daydream sex, broken marriage fuck.
You case this shit.
Makeup, bras and lingerie no need for this algebra.
Family dinners silent, speaking only to ourselves...
This orgasm on the screen has molded our American dream.
This orgasm on the screen has molded our American dream.
This orgasm on the screen has molded our American dream.
This orgasm on the screen has molded our American dream.
4. Mordecai
Asleep mid-sentence- the words fell apart.
No one is listening anyway.
This day will soon turn black
and my "wants and needs" will spill on me burning ashes.
I learned to be selfish today...
I learned to be alive.
These things I care for are for my personal gain
my personal happiness only.
Why should I sit in your chair and satisfy your standards.
I've done it all before and I've confused myself a thousand times.
The tragic day that I call morality just doesn't do it for me anymore.
The day will turn black and I will have either lived or died.
Asleep mid-sentence- my words fall to the ground.
Swept into this dreamland.
Economic satisfaction.
Never succeed.
But happiness has its place.
Justice will not lie in your corner.
Throw myself in the corned;
I have nothing to complain about here.
Tragic day seems too peaceful to most,
spoiled ambitions turned my heart to black, black.
Living dreams, loving dreams,
awakening to what I've always dreamt of.
Living dreams, loving dreams,
awakening to what I've always dreamt of.
The familliar sound, the familliar sound of the lovely love
from the love of my life will keep the notes coming.
From the reciting of the show, from the to plip and shevanel,
from the grind that annoys, and the sarcasm they all hate...
5. Reaction
Sleep insane, sleep insane, sleep insane,
sleep insane, sleep insane, sleep insane,
Dream the inside, dream my own.
Once escape... star filled road.
Dream the inside, dream my own.
Once escape... star filled road.
6. Shevanel Take 2
My head will not rest on this pillow.
As it's gripped in my arms tonight.
Like reality; too tight.
If a dream could last forever.
I would hold you here.
Time need not freeze.
I need not fear.
This world inside.
Is a world I long to find.
And I will not be afraid to love.
I won't be afraid to lose.
What I was once deprived myself of.
My teardrops have salt-stained this pillow.
As it's loosened from my weakened clutch.
By the sun's light; too much.
There's a hope today.
That I'll find a way.
This Dream of life inrealed to me.
Sometimes I run and sometimes I crawl.
Sometimes I fly and sometimes I'm gonna fall.
But this dream of mine will not change at all.
7. Ad A Dglgmut
(You can't follow me)
I thought it was strange when all this shot into my mind driving,
it's weird how this enclosed space makes me think so clearly...
so free!
I wish all hours were so relaxing.
Thinking of the next noise... making up the next nosie.
Scream loud, loud, loud, loud.
Static intoxication, sing this lovely violin song.
Beat this bottle on a wall.
Scream, scream, scream.
The baby cries.
Record the nosie.
It all makes sense... we're capable of beauty.
Through sounds which makes one cringe.
The dogs only hear us now.
For the first time tears came to my eyes while I was listening.
Nosie brings so many things... amke my tingling skin freeze.
Turn me on, make me laugh, shoot the can, shut the door,
pour your glass, rape scene screams,
car crash bash, black cat splay.
A silent death, a silent scream...
You can't follow me, you sing along to nothing.
8. Destructo Spin
King Kong illusion... destrction!
Crumble this place of existence.
King Kong illusion... destrction!
Crumble this place of existence.
Let's bow down to the king of the masculine,
the macho redneck lored.
Killing innocent for the revenge of the innocent...
turning this country into shit.
Just another rich white game.
Bomb the world... Ice for these cramped hands.
Ice for these cramped hands.
Ice for these cramped hands.
Ice for these cramped hands.
This controller is designed poorly and the blood keeps staining my suit.
This plasma screen shows me stutter
but technology will prove everyone wrong.
Ego trip headfuck.
I've been hired for destruction.
Ego trip headfuck.
I've been hired for destruction.
The King Kong of the century has been molded by me.
The King Kong of the century has been molded by me.
I eading them blindly into brainwashed blood lands,
the King Kong of the century has been molded by me.
Prove my strength.
Peer pressure of a nation,
I eading them blindly into brainwashed blood lands,
I've been hired for destruction.
I have to prove my strength.
Peer pressure of a nation, selfish action speak.
Kidding myself.
Do I really care or worry about any of this?
My conscious controls me,
but deep down I don't think any of this makes me love sleep.
Once again I prove my confusion.
Mordecai flies once again.
Will he ever truly stay gone?
Once again I prove my confusion.
Mordecai flies once again.
9. Aesthetic
Decrease the light, increase the smiles...
a familiar beat is swarming the art.
Soothing movement that help the evening come to a halt.
Lifetime achievement...
Lifetime achievement the looks on their faces make it worthwhile.
The sawying of the oecan, swaying of your hips...
shivering as your lover's caress touches your lips.
Perfect world and perfcet lives, we have the soundtrack for their futures.
The seawater smell in the cold outside world seems to be enchanting the room.
The chatter of riches keeping the beat, as the sea seems to freeze.
The brisk air seems to make out heart colder.
The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser.
The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser.
The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser.
The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser.
The dancing smiles seem to have halted with a silent scream.
The prefect life torn apart in a matter of seconds...
I hear their screams and cries...
I know now that I'm the only one who possesses true happiness.
Leep the beat, we tap our feet...
screams add a new feel to what we've, to what we perfected so dear.
We'll play to our deaths for we posses true happniess.
We are finally free.
Dying with our one passion, music:
the greatest wealth of them all. We must play on.
10. The Need for Repetition / The Man Land
Whip that child, stretch that child...
drag them through your dreams of lust...
raise the skirt...stroke the thigh...leech!!
This blood will never clot.
It pours down the chin of every child,
every life touched by your sick instinct.
Fucking whore.
Fucking whore of diguest., fucking whore.
Fucking whore of diguest, fucking whore.
Fucking whore of diguest, fucking whore.
Fucking whore of diguest.
Castrate the fuck.
Beat the fucker to death.
Castrate the fuck.
Beat the fucker to death.
Your life paid but the sweat of your disgusting sex.
Their innocent tears every inch of life
that went into those tears and beautiful minds.
Castrate the fuck.
Beat the fucker to death.
Castrate the fuck.
Beat the fucker to death, fucker to death,
fucker to death, fucker to death.
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