White Walls - Between the Buried and Me

The monsters are made

And we have proven that we’ll be one of them

The whores take the stage

The whores take the stage

Flash our skills

Gotta draw 'em in

Gotta keep 'em on their toes

On their toes

Don’t show them who you truly are

Who would want honesty?

Who would want a group of people that one can relate with?

Don’t show them who you truly are

Who would want honesty?

Who would want a group of people that one can relate with?

They have to look up

Simple peasants

Who the fuck thinks we can all be on some similar plane?

We need worship (We need worship)

We need worship (We need worship)

We need devotion

Becoming gods from the image that is thrown

Thrown out in their everyday lives to comfort

We need devotion

Becoming gods from the image that is thrown

Thrown out in their everyday lives to comfort

It’s not a musical journey anymore

They chose Camilla and we stood by her the entire time

Monotonous expression, a forced replica of a tired sound

Puppets for a greed-driven carnival

The same charade as the passing years

Force me out there

Don’t give them a chance

Don’t give them a chance

They want to be fed

Fed a simple replication of past greatness

Step back

(Evaluate, recognize)

We just need to throw some new ideas and it will eventually

Get out of this closed off circle

We are part of

We are part of

Get out of this closed off circle

Get out of this closed off circle

It’s all the same

This is all we have

When we die

It’s what’s left of us

When we die

We will be remembered for this

We will be remembered for this

We will be remembered for this

We will be remembered for this

White wall

White wall

White wall

White wall