ALBUM REVIEW: Between The Buried And Me – Colors II
In silhouettes, we’ve been on the same page before.
In silhouettes, we’ve been on the same page before.
You lie an inch apart on your own continuum, now keep the freak-show talk to a careful minimum.
Cut the lights, face yourself.
Glimpse of light comes shining through this waking dream
It’s been a long time coming, and I know it.
Cold blood is coursing through my veins.
Just sit back and fall into dreams
Toxic worldviews I once inhabited.
Did you think all your problems were fixed? Well, not this one.