Lay Your Ghosts to Rest
๐ต 1941 characters
โฑ๏ธ 10:03 duration
๐ ID: 30252880
๐ Lyrics
Under it all, a new world
Under it all, a new world
A new world made with the hands of madness
These hands, these hands, these hands
They'll always do the cutting
Piece by piece the pain gets worse
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
Will it be found?
Will the right hands deliver the heartache I left?
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-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, what I must do, egh
God felt so much better before the mirror glimpse
On the surface, I know what I must do
What I must do, what I must do
What I must do, what I must do
The precaution documents, the fail-safe way back "home"
Should I end it right here and now? The precaution documents
The fail-safe way back "home", should I end it-t-t-t 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 souls, weak minds
Weak souls, weak minds
Weak souls, weak minds
Weak souls, weak mind
Weak soul, weak mind
Weak souls, weak mind
Weak souls, weak life
I wake to my own whimper
Ship is counting down
Must regroup myself
I wake to my own whimper
Ship is counting down
The end starts now
Cut until all that is left is new material
Myself, day in, day out
Cut until all that is left is new material
Myself, day in, day out
Under it all, a new world
A new world made with the hands of madness
These hands, these hands, these hands
They'll always do the cutting
Piece by piece the pain gets worse
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
Will it be found?
Will the right hands deliver the heartache I left?
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-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, what I must do, egh
God felt so much better before the mirror glimpse
On the surface, I know what I must do
What I must do, what I must do
What I must do, what I must do
The precaution documents, the fail-safe way back "home"
Should I end it right here and now? The precaution documents
The fail-safe way back "home", should I end it-t-t-t 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 souls, weak minds
Weak souls, weak minds
Weak souls, weak minds
Weak souls, weak mind
Weak soul, weak mind
Weak souls, weak mind
Weak souls, weak life
I wake to my own whimper
Ship is counting down
Must regroup myself
I wake to my own whimper
Ship is counting down
The end starts now
Cut until all that is left is new material
Myself, day in, day out
Cut until all that is left is new material
Myself, day in, day out
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.65] Under it all, a new world
[00:17.15] Under it all, a new world
[00:33.03] A new world made with the hands of madness
[00:37.38] These hands, these hands, these hands
[00:42.14] They'll always do the cutting
[00:44.69] Piece by piece the pain gets worse
[00:54.92] The pain gets worse
[01:02.54] If only I could see myself right now
[01:04.59] The gathering of flesh
[01:07.45] Transforming my face into an unrecognizable state
[01:14.13] Smooth out the eyes, smooth out the lips
[01:18.13] Every mirror is a past idea smashed upon recognition
[01:30.28] Will it be found?
[01:32.95] Will the right hands deliver the heartache I left?
[01:41.55] Will it be found?
[01:44.37] Will the right hands deliver the heartache I left?
[01:51.89]
[02:28.82] Cut until all that is left is new material
[02:45.01] Myself, day in, day out
[03:21.11] Deep down I know what I must do
[03:25.34] So much happens behind closed doors
[03:29.26] So much happens behind our closed doors
[03:32.92] This key will open them, expose-expose us all
[04:04.32] Crusty-eyed symphony, awakened by my grunts and moans
[04:09.33] Why do I do this to myself?
[04:13.91] I suppose the choice was all mine, God felt so much better before the mirror glimpse
[04:20.67] On the surface I know what I must do, what I must do, egh
[04:29.82] God felt so much better before the mirror glimpse
[04:34.53] On the surface, I know what I must do
[04:38.43] What I must do, what I must do
[04:43.48] What I must do, what I must do
[04:59.56] The precaution documents, the fail-safe way back "home"
[05:04.99] Should I end it right here and now? The precaution documents
[05:11.34] The fail-safe way back "home", should I end it-t-t-t right here and now?
[05:31.59] That would be far too selfish
[05:37.67] I shall end what I've begun
[05:46.38] The creation of more, more of us
[05:52.68] The skin and bones of destruction
[05:57.80] An army of weak souls, weak minds
[06:02.83] Weak souls, weak minds
[06:06.17] Weak souls, weak minds
[06:09.86] Weak souls, weak minds
[06:13.36] Weak souls, weak mind
[06:17.01] Weak soul, weak mind
[06:20.74] Weak souls, weak mind
[06:24.52] Weak souls, weak life
[06:41.57] I wake to my own whimper
[06:52.61] Ship is counting down
[07:03.05] Must regroup myself
[07:28.18] I wake to my own whimper
[07:38.83] Ship is counting down
[08:15.39] The end starts now
[08:18.89]
[08:52.55] Cut until all that is left is new material
[09:09.46] Myself, day in, day out
[09:19.01] Cut until all that is left is new material
[09:35.69] Myself, day in, day out
[09:45.37]
[00:17.15] Under it all, a new world
[00:33.03] A new world made with the hands of madness
[00:37.38] These hands, these hands, these hands
[00:42.14] They'll always do the cutting
[00:44.69] Piece by piece the pain gets worse
[00:54.92] The pain gets worse
[01:02.54] If only I could see myself right now
[01:04.59] The gathering of flesh
[01:07.45] Transforming my face into an unrecognizable state
[01:14.13] Smooth out the eyes, smooth out the lips
[01:18.13] Every mirror is a past idea smashed upon recognition
[01:30.28] Will it be found?
[01:32.95] Will the right hands deliver the heartache I left?
[01:41.55] Will it be found?
[01:44.37] Will the right hands deliver the heartache I left?
[01:51.89]
[02:28.82] Cut until all that is left is new material
[02:45.01] Myself, day in, day out
[03:21.11] Deep down I know what I must do
[03:25.34] So much happens behind closed doors
[03:29.26] So much happens behind our closed doors
[03:32.92] This key will open them, expose-expose us all
[04:04.32] Crusty-eyed symphony, awakened by my grunts and moans
[04:09.33] Why do I do this to myself?
[04:13.91] I suppose the choice was all mine, God felt so much better before the mirror glimpse
[04:20.67] On the surface I know what I must do, what I must do, egh
[04:29.82] God felt so much better before the mirror glimpse
[04:34.53] On the surface, I know what I must do
[04:38.43] What I must do, what I must do
[04:43.48] What I must do, what I must do
[04:59.56] The precaution documents, the fail-safe way back "home"
[05:04.99] Should I end it right here and now? The precaution documents
[05:11.34] The fail-safe way back "home", should I end it-t-t-t right here and now?
[05:31.59] That would be far too selfish
[05:37.67] I shall end what I've begun
[05:46.38] The creation of more, more of us
[05:52.68] The skin and bones of destruction
[05:57.80] An army of weak souls, weak minds
[06:02.83] Weak souls, weak minds
[06:06.17] Weak souls, weak minds
[06:09.86] Weak souls, weak minds
[06:13.36] Weak souls, weak mind
[06:17.01] Weak soul, weak mind
[06:20.74] Weak souls, weak mind
[06:24.52] Weak souls, weak life
[06:41.57] I wake to my own whimper
[06:52.61] Ship is counting down
[07:03.05] Must regroup myself
[07:28.18] I wake to my own whimper
[07:38.83] Ship is counting down
[08:15.39] The end starts now
[08:18.89]
[08:52.55] Cut until all that is left is new material
[09:09.46] Myself, day in, day out
[09:19.01] Cut until all that is left is new material
[09:35.69] Myself, day in, day out
[09:45.37]