Besedila: Between The Buried And Me. Aesthetic.

Decrease the light, increase the smiles...
a familiar beat is swarming the art.
Soothing movement that help the evening come to a halt.
Lifetime achievement...
Lifetime achievement the looks on their faces make it worthwhile.
The sawying of the oecan, swaying of your hips...
shivering as your lover's caress touches your lips.
Perfect world and perfcet lives, we have the soundtrack for their futures.
The seawater smell in the cold outside world seems to be enchanting the room.
The chatter of riches keeping the beat, as the sea seems to freeze.
The brisk air seems to make out heart colder.
The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser.
The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser.
The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser.
The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser.
The dancing smiles seem to have halted with a silent scream.

The prefect life torn apart in a matter of seconds...
I hear their screams and cries...
I know now that I'm the only one who possesses true happiness.
Leep the beat, we tap our feet...
screams add a new feel to what we've, to what we perfected so dear.
We'll play to our deaths for we posses true happniess.
We are finally free.
Dying with our one passion, music:
the greatest wealth of them all. We must play on.