Between The Buried & Me lunar wilderness

Many days and fewer nights so I'm told
I've lost my time years ago so I'm told
The explaining, the whispered words
This will be the hardest part so I'm told
I wish my mind would work unfold
The explaining, the whispered words
The front doors opened to the look of death
Will this make sense? Will this be comforting at all?
The questions dive in day and, and night
Nothing we can do, nothing I can do
Twists and turns must be answered
I hit land so it seems, the dirt chokes up my legs
Strong air then shoots down my throat
Sensory overload in an instant of sense
Charting through the old water that I pushed away to drown
Into another, to find and be found
This is what I've set out to do
Where is this door?
The constant movement of my eyes
I can feel but I can't open the lids
The back of my skin is scarred
Torn and broken
A reflection of what I've seen
(What have I become?)
They let these people recreate
Maybe I should have ended it all, too late
Moving forward is a must
Dig deep
Commence sleep inside sleep
Silence
An out of focus picture brings up a familiar scenario
Three people fill the room
There seems to be a fourth but very small
We are speaking about some sort of mission
My mouth won't stop moving, talking way too much
Even through the blur I can feel their stares
This one sided discussion seems
To be about what I am preventing
Is this a sign? Too late
I've said it before
The people then disappear
I look about and the western sky seems to be red, alone
I can smell burning flesh, scorched life
I turn around and the face of death stares
So grim that the lid's finally open
I come to
I'm close, very close but something isn't right
A horrifying realization is swept over me
Home, the empty space of home
All I've known is gone
All I've loved is lost, silence