Between the Buried and Me - The Coma Machine Lyrics
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The Coma Machine
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What Are The Lyrics For The Coma Machine By Between the Buried and Me?
You teach us what was
You teach us what was out there You teach us what was You teach us what was out there Lift our limbs to focus We soon drift through the night Lift our limbs to focus We soon drift through the night The getaway We drought the cloud of life A quick escape to velvet Start to drift in slumber Smoke fills the velvet room No more options to cope A glimpse of the hanging rope Madness embrace the vault Cannot wait any longer A string of lights blink Mesmerize my senses A pulse that keeps me together for one last time No more options to cope A glimpse of the hanging rope Madness embrace the vault Cannot wait any longer A string of lights blink Mesmerize my senses A pulse that keeps me together Lift our limbs to focus We soon drift through the night Lift our limbs to focus We soon drift through the night You teach us what was You teach us what was out there You teach us what was You teach us what was out there Travel through a string of tears Screams crash down like waves Flushing my mind of a new world Climb the hill of the wrist enter oblivion Oblivion My last exhale Knees crash down on My last exhale Knees crash down on Now rewind You teach us what was You teach us what was out there You teach us what was You teach us what was out there What once was |
Who Wrote The Coma Machine By Between the Buried and Me?
Dan Briggs, Dustie Wariing, Paul Andrew Waggoner, Richardson Blake, Tommy Giles Rogers
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