Between The Buried And Me - White Walls Lyrics
The monsters are made,And we have proven that we'll be one of them.The whores take the stageThe whores take the stageFlash our skills,Gotta draw 'em in.Gotta keep 'em on their toesOn 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? [x2]They have to look upSimple peasantsWho the ***** thinks we can all be on a similar [missing lyric]We need worship.We need devotion.Becoming gods from the image that is thrown.Thrown out in their everyday lives to comfort. [x2]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 soundPuppets for a greed-driven carnivalThe same charade as the passing yearsForce me out thereDon't give them a chance. [x2]They want to be fedFed a simple replication of past greatness.Step back.(Evaluate. Recognize.)We just need to throw some new ideas and it will eventuallyGet out of this closed off circleWe are part ofWe are part ofGet out of this closed off circleGet out of this closed off circleIt's all the same.This is all we haveWhen we die.It's what's left of usWhen we die.We will be remembered for this [x4]White walls! [x4]
