Tracks

01. Mirrors
02. Obfuscation
03. Disease, Injury, Madness
04. Fossil Genera - A Feed From Cloud Mountain
05. Desert Of Song
06. Swim To The Moon



01. Mirrors

Music by Between The Buried And Me
Lyrics by Tommy Rogers
Everything's a novelty.
Everyone grows but me.

Close one eye. Step to the side.
Everyone grows but me

Everyone's in fragments.
Close one eye. Step to the side.


02. Obfuscation

Music by Between The Buried And Me
Lyrics by Tommy Rogers
From the simple idea of Change Blindness, our minds are not as they seem.
An entire existence revolving around what we can't acknowledge.
A brain malfunction we'll never admit as defeat...
a constant determination to find truths... to find reason... to find comfort.
An unspoken religion in being the ALL-DOMINANT... This is what we call a brain.

This step will allow the universe to run its course. We have a short ticket and a lot is in hiding...
so lets take in what we can for now. Just like here on Earth (a notion we do comprehend)
Hide what "others" can't understand. The universe is the biggest threat...
overachiever that commands attention. Brute force of hysterical reasonings...
There will always be a Marfa.

Close one eye. Step to the side.

As humans we could never be content with knowing all,
yet we can't be content with the fact that our brains will never know. A mental surgery...
a never ending journey... a technological drawback. Pushing us further from our natural minds.
There will always exist a Kryptos.

Even things created by other humans should be considered in the experiment of an entire species of understanding.
A magician's pure joy...
A mind bend for the common folk...
Follow the straight line.
(A full house watching what we can't see)

The ultimate deceiver...

Close one eye. Step to the side.

We will ALWAYS be part of the great misdirect... stepping in and stepping out.
Mirrors and Obfuscation


03. Disease, Injury, Madness

Music by Between The Buried And Me
Lyrics by Tommy Rogers
Don't think. Don't speak. I will do this for you.
Every natural thought or feeling you've ever had will change tonight.
Don't think. Don't speak. I will do this for you.
Trust the pedestal, for now we become a higher being.

I am your new mind.
I am your new you.
I am your new sin.
I am your new lust.
I am for you now.

Control... and collapse... collide.
A letter plagued by a twisted word. Slave. You will become mine, for there are no more options.
There will not be a sweet consolation... this is what is supposed to happen.
A predetermined destiny put in motion by my stronger power.
YOU are ME.

Child:
I sit on this dirty floor. A weak mind for a cause. A cause I do not know. Don't know what to live for.
A compliment I've never heard. A comfort I've never felt... it's here, even though it won't last for long.
Man:
Sit down. Stand up please. Lay down... drink this please. You'll be in peace soon.
A tribe within itself... A vision I will display... to blind the caring. I have regrets.
A tribe within myself... A vision I will display... to blind the caring.
Too late...

I am a cult by definition. I am a friend by first impression.
My task: to recycle this earth. To not repeat human history...
Start from scratch... rid every sound.
Deconstruct... deconstruct all.

I've bid every method into the hands of my employees.
(I am a cult by definition. I am a scientist by default.)
I have saved you.
Now you will follow my journey... my destiny.
Tonight's your death. Resurrect my new you.

I am a cult by definition. I will end this human world.
This world is shit and I have proved this with my followers.
Fuck humanity, end life. You are now dead, and I soon will be.
Disease, injury, madness.


04. Fossil Genera - A Feed From Cloud Mountain

Music by Between The Buried And Me
Lyrics by Tommy Rogers
Beyond the satellites:
Sweet candy populous... a worry free entrance into the world's history.
Never underestimate... never think beyond their thoughts.
The satellites have been tapped and Cloud Mountain will carry on the commands of our ancestors.

Indeed we work from here. We have for centuries... hearing every breath... watching every disease.
(You must accept this truth)

Below the satellites:
The leaders are driving to the farthest retreat. Sit back, relax, enjoy the ride.
They have been speaking for years.
Every night while you're asleep they have been discussing what the future holds for us all.
The outer space takeover. Worlds collide in a dreary pre-determined idea brought by our fellow night owls.
Their stories have been mocked... their ideas have been crushed... but after last night they control every idea we will think from here on out.
A government overthrown...

We have come to tell you all that we could have prepared for this.

The night owls speak overhead:
The apocalypse (at least our apocalypse) will happen sooner than we think
if we don't read the journals our station has prepared for you all.
We call ourselves the "night owls". We've roamed the earth for years and kept your world afloat.
We've made it so you stay comfortable in your precious homes.
While you sleep, we discuss. Discuss our future... your future.
Our journals give detailed instructions on the machines and weapons we must build.
These are weapons that none of you would even begin to think could harm the outside world...
Everything you know is false... your first instinct is now your last.
Like I've said before... we have been discussing and planning this for decades. (Trust is essential)
We don't have time to explain everything, but just know that everything will soon change.

Trust us and we will all be safe. We are the new government.

Before the satellites:
In simple times we must take control.
With simple skies we create... more sky.
A simple land we must change... for man... is god.

How fast we grow...
We must move on.


05. Desert Of Song

Music by Between The Buried And Me
Lyrics by Tommy Rogers
The Radios stopped tuning.
This Static is forbidden.
The chords quit strumming...
But we found our new home.

It will rain (falls so slow)
It will rain down here.

The drums quit thumping.
These tones are forbidden.
The throat can't start singing...
The scarecrow is watching.

It will rain (falls so slow)
It will rain down here.

Here, we're awake in the desert of song.
The silence is broken.
Here, we're awake and the silence is broken.
Silence is broken.
Silence is broken.
Here... we... sing...
Sing with the fear.

Fear: the control tower.
The new sun comes by the hour.
Ghosts slowly disappear in the fog...
Silence: the suffering.
We've built back the age-old sound of song.

Here... we... sing...
Sing with the fear.

Here, we're awake in the desert of song.
The silence is broken.
Here, we're awake and the silence is broken.
Silence is broken.
Silence is broken.

Here... we... sing...
Sing with the fear.


06. Swim To The Moon

Music by Between The Buried And Me
Lyrics by Tommy Rogers
It's been a long night... away from it all
The grabbing authority of my peers...
The rusty cage that never seems to open...
When can I escape? When can I swim to the moon?
I've heard this expression my entire life... never realized how peaceful a statement it is.
All alone on the worlds waters... here I am.
The sun's slowly drifting past the edge of the world... (can't blame our ancestors)
I'm the loneliest boat on this entire body of water.
Rest will give my awakening purpose... this is why I have come here in the first place.
A peace I have never felt... a life I did not want to live.
I will awake through sleep...
The drifting drifter... look into the picture...

(The Foreshadowing)
No more panic, no more regret.
No more hoping for a new mess.
Slide into the water.
Become one with the sea.
Life seems so much smaller.
Swim to the moon.

I awake with a cool breeze blowing through my dirty hair. Rested, stable...
a first. A caffeine junkie's longest wish: peace and quiet...
No wake-ups, no expectations...
A strange feeling... suddenly drifting...

This "as seen on tv" anchor is just another lie I guess...
hoping for something not there. Falling a void that I can't quite put my finger on.

This loneliness I always seek. I'm in the middle of black water. No sign of human life in any direction...
the most peaceful event of my life seems to have typically turned into a struggle. I'm in the middle of black water...
no sign of human life. Panic takes over my body.
I have indeed floated due to a non-reversible decision to flee.
Just for a day I told myself...
my survival skills were lost years ago.
Here I am: no food, no clean water, and this extremely embarrassing attempt at a "get away outfit".
This is an inevitable death.
Slide into the water.
Become one with the sea.
Life seems so much smaller.
Swim to the moon. ...Look into the picture... (Worry leaves my body)
This is what I lived to be. This very moment is the first time in my life that I've felt pure joy.

Slide into the water. Become one with the sea.
Life seems so much smaller.
Swim to the moon.