Between the Buried and Me - The Proverbial Below Lyrics

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The Proverbial Below

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What Are The Lyrics For The Proverbial Below By Between the Buried and Me?
Let's stay here forever
I am I, what is this? I am I, what is this? A God-like floating sensation Hands cover me Jolting, erupting Sensory bliss I am I, what is this? I am I, what is this? The mark is spotted They have found me Electricity screams through the fingers below I am I, what is this? Move me to the ambulance of thought Tiny electric movements Please pick up the phone, it's been ringing for years now I'm so alone here Sensory bliss I'm now elevated Yellow eyes stare below me You/him/us: multiple versions of my inner search The church of regret emits welcoming, please don't shut us out The red glow creates shadows, mountains Shadows of our choosing Lights in their eyes start flickering, the proverbial bellow Let's stay here forever Beautiful eruption, we've made our creation Sunshine beams on their faces, as they melt into one The slight hum of the grid Please pick up the phone, it's been ringing for years now I'm so alone here Sensory bliss |
Who Wrote The Proverbial Below By Between the Buried and Me?
Daniel Hanford Briggs, Cartland Blake Richardson, Thomas Giles Rogers, Paul Andrew Waggoner, Robert Dustin Waring
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What's The Duration Of The The Proverbial Below By Between the Buried and Me?The duration of The Proverbial Below is 13:18 minutes and seconds. |
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