Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Between the Buried and Me
Исполнитель
Paul Waggoner
Гитара
Jason King
Бас-гитара
Nick Fletcher
Гитара
Tommy Rogers
Вокал
Will Goodyear
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Jason King
Автор песен
Paul Waggoner
Автор песен
Tommy Rogers
Тексты песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Between the Buried and Me
Продюсер
Matthew Ellard
Продюсер
Слова
Asleep mid sentence the words fell apart
No one's listening anyway
This day will soon turn black my wants and needs
Will spill on my burning ashes
I learned to be selfish today
I learned to be alive
These things I care for are for
My personal gain
My person 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
I call morality
Just doesn't do it for me anymore
The day will turn black
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 corner
I have nothing to complain about here
Tragic day seems too peaceful to most
Spoiled ambitious turned my heart to black
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 familiar sound
The familiar sound of
The lovely love from the love of my life
Will keep the notes coming
From the reciting of the show
From the plip and the shevanel
From the grind that annoys
And the sarcasm they are hate
Written by: Between the Buried and Me

