Between the Buried and Me
life in velvet live
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Fresh air grips me. Rolling hills on far.
The smell of the living. Awakes all I am.
Lift my limbs to focus.
Beauty is in sight.
The hours I cherished are now false.
My last exhale is purple smoke.
Knees crash down on velvet robes.
Dark worlds engrossingâ¦
Our sun is sleeping.
- Album:
- Coma Ecliptic
- The Parallax II: Future Sequence
- The Parallax: Hypersleep Dialogues (EP)
- The Great Misdirect
- Miscellaneous
- The Silent Circus
- A Storm of Metal
- Future Sequence: Live at the Fidelitorium
- Victory Records Label Sampler
- Best of Between the Buried and Me
- Colors_Live
- Colors
- The Best of Between the Buried and Me
- Between the Buried and Me
- Dead and Dreaming: An Indie Tribute to Counting Crows
- Victory Records Sampler
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 56
- Victory Records Sampler 2004
- Alaska
- Metal Hammer: Victory Records