Between the Buried and Me - Bloom + Melting City W/ Lyrics

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0:00 Bloom
3:27 Melting City

LYRICS:

BLOOM-

Get down here and sing the songs we sing
In bloom we come
Tentacles swing with the waters breeze
In bloom we...

Crowd around
Drift down slowly
Get rid of your undesirable oxygen
Just drift on down with us
In bloom we grow
In bloom we grow
Together as one
This underwater village
Bebop skippity tippity tap those toes

Queen Sea will take you in
This is your new home now
Ignore the laughter
We will not hurt you
Your last wishes
Queen Sea will take you in

In bloom we know what life is all about
With not a worry in the world
Let the water move you
Move to the sweet sway of nutrition
Move to the sweet sway of melody

Queen Sea will give back life
We used you
Your purpose is clear
We never knew

Floating back to the surface

(Tentacle hearse transportation... Actual happenings or the distant mind?)

MELTING CITY-

Creep in before the rise of the sun.
Execute a story never told.
Do not think, just do.
No human emotion.
Who says I'm even human at this point?
A poor example of life.
Do not think, just do.
No human emotion.
No morals.
Just a huge display of direction.
Hear, then do.
Profit.
Sneak in the box before the rise of the sun.
A four-handed bed occupied by only two.
The window is yawning.
Faceless in a sea of space.
My propulsion from their pain.
Faceless in a sea of space.
My propulsion from their pain.
In, out.
Profit.
Why would they need me for a simple confession?
Collect, then destroy.
Collect, then destroy.
Collect, then destroy.
Before the rise of the sun.
Collect, then destroy.
Before the rise of the sun, the sun.
Faceless in a sea of space.
My propulsion from their pain.
Faceless in a sea of space.
My propulsion from their pain.
Frantic writing.
Not meant for my eyes.
Frantic writing.
Not meant for my eyes.
Why did I keep this?
What inside forced me to see the ink?
Smoothed out, then in pieces, in pieces.
I can't live with this.
I must let her know.
A valley of smiling despair.
Self-doubt would be my first guess.
Confusion, sadness, the other half.
But lost through selfish measures.
I can't live with this.
I must let her know.
I can't live with this.
I must let her know.
The robot has stepped out of his box.
Foreigner in my own land.
No profit.
For once, no profit.
The robot has stepped out of his box.
Foreigner in my own land.
No profit.
Walk in.
After the rise of the sun.
Conclude a story never read.
A burning smell creeps up my nostrils.
A trapdoor locked from the inside.
Incomplete me.
Impossible conclusion.
Me.
Incomplete me.
Impossible conclusion.
Me.
Faceless in a sea of space.
My propulsion from their pain.
Faceless in a sea of space.
My propulsion from their pain.
Faceless in a sea of space.
My propulsion from their pain.
Faceless in a sea of space.
My propulsion from their pain.
Frantic writing.
Not meant for my eyes.
Frantic writing.
Not meant for my eyes.