Extremophile Elite - Between the Buried and Me

To see one’s self is hard to explain

Last night was the first notion of this

Once again, real life and dreams are whirling among one another

Space flight navigator

A walking mirror

Galaxy drifter

Entwined together

To grasp the other hand

To hear the other speak

Space flight navigator

A walking mirror

Galaxy drifter

Entwined together

To grasp the other hand

To hear the other speak

Carve one’s skin out of their own soil

Sends chills throughout my body

Carve one’s skin out of their own soil

Sends chills throughout my body

Wake up, wake up to a dirt covered surrounding

Machines, machines in the distance

Wake up, wake up to a dirt covered surrounding

Machines, machines in the distance

Something far too familiar

The world comes to a screeching halt when I cover my ears

Lift off the hands and the claws work again

Digging graves

Deeper graves

Digging graves

Deeper graves

The machines deafen my ears with such extremity

Constant maze from digging graves

I bury my head in the dirt

It all stops

This sends bliss throughout, throughout me

Upside down dreaming

The sound of Earth soothes my entire body

Upside down dreaming

The sound of Earth soothes my entire body

Upside down dreaming

The sound of Earth soothes my entire body

Upside down dreaming

The sound of Earth soothes my entire body

Real life and dreams are whirling

A hand lifts my head out of the dirt

Pulling hairs from what seems to be my brain

I see him… me… us?

The walking mirror

Eyes slowly open as dust clouds surround me

Surround me

Surround me

Speak to me freely

I am listening

(Surround me)

Speak to me freely

I am listening

The clanking of machines scream in the distance

I strain in order to get up

Soon I stumble down a dirt hill and see a buried man

Just his skull is underground

Once again, real life and dreams are whirling among one another

Walking into a certain state of…

Walking into a certain state of…

Walking into a certain state of desperation

Walking into a certain state of…

Walking into a certain state of…

Walking into a certain state of desperation

Carve one’s skin out of their own soil

Sends chills throughout my body

Carve one’s skin out of their own soil

Sends chills throughout my body

It is a corpse

Something is buried where his head once lay

A note… my note

My hands shake and I fall to my knees

Slowly read…

«Please know, I love…»