(B) The Decade Of Statues - Between the Buried and Me

I will just keep waiting.

You will just keep waiting

Obsession.

Obsessive.

Obsessed.

Abscess

Rip out my fucking eyes.

I can’t watch you grow into this

I can’t watch the young turn to all of this.

Their eyes left wide…

Night goggles instead of sleep

Live life… you have all helped me break from this…

The few times relaxation steps in bringing me a peaceful place

It’s a must these days, colors are fading

Enclosed in a space of soothing sounds.

Walking in my own movie…

The fly by with no rememberance.

Constant rushing…

The waves have pushed me to where I need to be

Sunlight drenched on my skin…

Only the sounds of what my mind wants to hear.

Block out the rush hour…

Block out the tired herds…

On the shaded side it’s starting to affect the process of your reading eyes

An aggressive need for a hostile voice is creeping away…

This block happens every year…

And like I said before the color keeps fading

I couldn’t trade this for anything in the world…

And all of you are the reason

It’s been a while since we’ve written each other and hopefully this will

comfort you

Cause like most of my kind, I won’t take it all for granted

I will just keep waiting.

you will just keep waiting

It’s a must these days.

colors are fading