Between The Buried And Me – Yellow Eyes lyrics

where the quiet lay their drowning heads at night
Flesh drapes on the smoking ground and then spills onto the teeth of the once protected
(Yellow eyes close in)

Yellow
Our souls grip onto a wall
Our minds slip past this old soul
Yellow

[MORNING FIVE]
Smoke is seen in both directions
My creation sits… somewhere
The softness of snow mutes my travels
Somewhere in the distance… it’s too quiet
The hum of electricity
My crumbling bones seem to weld the new author
A stillness… my progress awaits
Smoke is seen in both directions
In rubble… Yellow eyes

Tread light
Collisions open on us more
Revise

The simple task of our own
We serve our own hell

A cocoon leaking our own conclusions
We serve our hell well
Cope with disguise

Inner working dissect
Common phase neglect
I am tangible with no logic

Change my focus, drown my spirits
There’s more to this than it may seem

Blink fast into hollow ground… the hunter inside
A whirlwind arriving
The wanderer wanders too far from the gold distance
Where they live… [NIGHT FOUR]
Yellow eyes are seen circling… seems to buzz

Cut an X in my palm… They or this? it’s too quiet
The hum of electricity… their creation
Somewhere in the distance… somewhere

This landscape seems to change too often for comfort
A blinking light hides as I stumble downward
A stillness… a whirlwind arriving for the passing storm
The hunt… leave my mark
A translation for whatever created this world for me
I sit under the crimson moon
Whatever created this world for me
Yours or mine?