Between The Buried And Me - Prequel To The Sequel (на -1:22 "Комар!") | Текст песни

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The headless lover of three...
An unspeakable affair...
The lady on the hill
Creates a glorious
Departure from her everyday life.
Her everyday life.
Constant swelling of the ankles...

A pleasant cry for help...
A pleasant cry for help...
A pleasant cry for help...

A grieving widow mothered this headless wonder.
A perfect crime, that soon lived on.
A different life it had to develop...
Gripped by every limb it could hold,
The lifeless ideas it grew onto its own.
A much needed surrender.
Trees soon started to grow
from what seemed a lifeless neck...

From a monster to a beauty in quick months...
Its life seemed to be on its way to a rare freedom.
It decided it should take advantage
Advantage of this idea.
Idea.

A mixture of plantings soon took course in its body...
A spectacle non-the-less,
Walking proud through life letting its branches guide the way.
A path which seemed to be covered in sunshine...

It must be human, for its qualities seem
To outdo even the grandest occupant of the town...

This started to catch the
Attention of the un-branched...

It had never experienced an affection of this kind...
A wonderful and frightening new obstacle in its life.

This started to catch the
Attention of the un-branched...

It had never experienced an affection of this kind...
A wonderful and frightening new obstacle in its life.

Years went by as it finally found its true love...
The love of others...
Others.
Three to be exact.
Letting them into every secret...
feeding from every branch...
Every part used for their...
Lives!!!

Noticed its walking more staggered than normal...
The breeze didn't flow...
Like it...
Used to...
The heart seemed to pound
Slower and slower...
What caused this? (What caused this?)
It soon was noticed that these three had torn every branch,
Every single stem...

Torn to its last.. life!!!
How hadn't it noticed!?
A drastic change in the surroun-dings!
It didn't think anything could go this wrong!

Comfort-
Comfort-
Comfort!
Comfort-
Comfort-
Comfort-
Comfort!

It thought life was constant happiness
If constant happiness was all that was given out.
Given out

It thought life was constant happiness
If constant happiness was all that was given out.
Given out

Comfort
Comfort!
Comfort
Comfort!
Comfort
Comfort!
Comfort
Comfort!

Hints and all, (all)
They did as they pleased...
And now it's starting to wilt away!

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