King Redeem; Queen Serene
- Between The Buried And Me (2015)You are listening to the song King Redeem; Queen Serene by Between The Buried And Me, writer by Jamie King in album Coma Ecliptic. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
I can't hear a thing
These waves crash faster
I can't see a thing
These arms grab for wonder.
Enter this widened space
Inside our own small cage.
I can't hear a thing
These waves crash faster
I can't see a thing
These arms grab for wonder.
King redeem
Queen serene
Dusk drifts by with one last try.
Clench trapped lids fold inside
Blurred mind dry tears foam from high
Sleep walk past my cornea
Eclipse washed out unscathed
Search for the formal stage.
I slip past my own mind
A small gift taken from my time.
Mute mouth
Mute mind.
Color spectrum false, invoke heart rate race.
Hysteria develops a hold
Raging winds force the earths
symphony through my ears
Clarity is not known
A fortress blackened by a dissolving sun
A visual memory vanishes
Presence of hope intertwined.
A transcript lost from what we've taught
To speak is not an act without our tongues
The human race has been deformed
A quilt of skin surrounds our lungs.
Build an arrow to force a grim corrupted turn
Color spectrum is now false
our eyes will see no more.
A transcript lost from what we've taught
To speak is not an act without our tongues
The human race has been deformed
A quilt of skin surrounds our lungs.
Build a monster to bury the infected worm
Color spectrum is now false
our eyes will see no more.
Mute mouth
Mute mind.
King redeem queen serene
Blinded bells the deafened sing
Hysteria develops a hold
Clarity is not known.
We cough the future
We scratch the past.
Into the circular I grab the jagged gaze
Color spectrum false invoke heart rate race.
A transcript lost from what we've taught
To speak is not an act without our tongues
The human race has been deformed
A quilt of skin surrounds our lungs.
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