Lay Your Ghosts To Rest
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โฑ๏ธ 9:55 duration
๐ ID: 29773789
๐ Lyrics
Under it all
A new world
A new world made with the hands of madness
These hands
They will always do the cutting
Piece by piece the pain gets worse
If only I could see myself right now
The gathering of flesh
Transforming my face into an unrecognizable state
Smooth out the eyes
Smooth out the lips
Every mirror is a past idea smashed upon recognition (These selfish reasons... the letter is all I left for explaining)
Will it be found?
Will the right hands deliver?
The heartache I left
Cut until all that is left is new material
Myself
Day in, day out
Deep down I know what I must do
So much happens behind closed doors
So much happens behind our closed doors
This key will open them
Expose us all
Crusty-eyed symphony
Awakened by my grunts and moans
Why do I do this to myself?
I suppose the choice was all mine
God felt so much better before the mirror glimpse
On the surface I know what I must do
[Folder 502:]
The precaution documents
The failsafe way back "home".
Should I end it right here and now?
That would be far too selfish
I shall end what I've begun
The creation of more
More of us
The skin and bones of destruction
An army of weak souls
Weak minds
Weak life
(Written in a language I can understand. My brilliance seems questioned with these instructions. Fairly obvious for precaution documents I suppose. The "Night Owls" always send me back. Seems to be in their DNA)
.fade out.
I wake to my own whimper
Ship is counting down
Must regroup myself
The end starts now
A new world
A new world made with the hands of madness
These hands
They will always do the cutting
Piece by piece the pain gets worse
If only I could see myself right now
The gathering of flesh
Transforming my face into an unrecognizable state
Smooth out the eyes
Smooth out the lips
Every mirror is a past idea smashed upon recognition (These selfish reasons... the letter is all I left for explaining)
Will it be found?
Will the right hands deliver?
The heartache I left
Cut until all that is left is new material
Myself
Day in, day out
Deep down I know what I must do
So much happens behind closed doors
So much happens behind our closed doors
This key will open them
Expose us all
Crusty-eyed symphony
Awakened by my grunts and moans
Why do I do this to myself?
I suppose the choice was all mine
God felt so much better before the mirror glimpse
On the surface I know what I must do
[Folder 502:]
The precaution documents
The failsafe way back "home".
Should I end it right here and now?
That would be far too selfish
I shall end what I've begun
The creation of more
More of us
The skin and bones of destruction
An army of weak souls
Weak minds
Weak life
(Written in a language I can understand. My brilliance seems questioned with these instructions. Fairly obvious for precaution documents I suppose. The "Night Owls" always send me back. Seems to be in their DNA)
.fade out.
I wake to my own whimper
Ship is counting down
Must regroup myself
The end starts now
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.06] Under it all
[00:08.94] A new world
[00:11.60]
[00:16.21] A new world made with the hands of madness
[00:37.57] These hands
[00:42.01] They will always do the cutting
[00:44.62] Piece by piece the pain gets worse
[00:58.77]
[01:02.44] If only I could see myself right now
[01:04.84] The gathering of flesh
[01:07.11] Transforming my face into an unrecognizable state
[01:13.95] Smooth out the eyes
[01:16.28] Smooth out the lips
[01:19.13] Every mirror is a past idea smashed upon recognition (These selfish reasons... the letter is all I left for explaining)
[01:41.16] Will it be found?
[01:44.35] Will the right hands deliver?
[01:46.59] The heartache I left
[01:53.60]
[02:28.22] Cut until all that is left is new material
[02:44.56] Myself
[02:47.77] Day in, day out
[02:54.45] Deep down I know what I must do
[03:25.76] So much happens behind closed doors
[03:28.50] So much happens behind our closed doors
[03:32.27] This key will open them
[03:56.73] Expose us all
[04:04.80] Crusty-eyed symphony
[04:07.07] Awakened by my grunts and moans
[04:09.15] Why do I do this to myself?
[04:13.82] I suppose the choice was all mine
[04:16.00] God felt so much better before the mirror glimpse
[04:21.55] On the surface I know what I must do
[04:43.11] [Folder 502:]
[04:45.97] The precaution documents
[05:02.11] The failsafe way back "home".
[05:05.16] Should I end it right here and now?
[05:17.28] That would be far too selfish
[05:33.09] I shall end what I've begun
[05:40.07] The creation of more
[05:48.10] More of us
[05:52.53] The skin and bones of destruction
[05:56.81] An army of weak souls
[06:19.51] Weak minds
[06:26.46]
[06:42.68] Weak life
[06:50.10] (Written in a language I can understand. My brilliance seems questioned with these instructions. Fairly obvious for precaution documents I suppose. The "Night Owls" always send me back. Seems to be in their DNA)
[09:26.85] .fade out.
[09:27.05] I wake to my own whimper
[09:33.45] Ship is counting down
[09:35.65] Must regroup myself
[09:38.98] The end starts now
[09:45.62]
[00:08.94] A new world
[00:11.60]
[00:16.21] A new world made with the hands of madness
[00:37.57] These hands
[00:42.01] They will always do the cutting
[00:44.62] Piece by piece the pain gets worse
[00:58.77]
[01:02.44] If only I could see myself right now
[01:04.84] The gathering of flesh
[01:07.11] Transforming my face into an unrecognizable state
[01:13.95] Smooth out the eyes
[01:16.28] Smooth out the lips
[01:19.13] Every mirror is a past idea smashed upon recognition (These selfish reasons... the letter is all I left for explaining)
[01:41.16] Will it be found?
[01:44.35] Will the right hands deliver?
[01:46.59] The heartache I left
[01:53.60]
[02:28.22] Cut until all that is left is new material
[02:44.56] Myself
[02:47.77] Day in, day out
[02:54.45] Deep down I know what I must do
[03:25.76] So much happens behind closed doors
[03:28.50] So much happens behind our closed doors
[03:32.27] This key will open them
[03:56.73] Expose us all
[04:04.80] Crusty-eyed symphony
[04:07.07] Awakened by my grunts and moans
[04:09.15] Why do I do this to myself?
[04:13.82] I suppose the choice was all mine
[04:16.00] God felt so much better before the mirror glimpse
[04:21.55] On the surface I know what I must do
[04:43.11] [Folder 502:]
[04:45.97] The precaution documents
[05:02.11] The failsafe way back "home".
[05:05.16] Should I end it right here and now?
[05:17.28] That would be far too selfish
[05:33.09] I shall end what I've begun
[05:40.07] The creation of more
[05:48.10] More of us
[05:52.53] The skin and bones of destruction
[05:56.81] An army of weak souls
[06:19.51] Weak minds
[06:26.46]
[06:42.68] Weak life
[06:50.10] (Written in a language I can understand. My brilliance seems questioned with these instructions. Fairly obvious for precaution documents I suppose. The "Night Owls" always send me back. Seems to be in their DNA)
[09:26.85] .fade out.
[09:27.05] I wake to my own whimper
[09:33.45] Ship is counting down
[09:35.65] Must regroup myself
[09:38.98] The end starts now
[09:45.62]