Between The Buried And Me - Bad Habits lyrics

These words will be the end of me These words bring a new life to me Stacked upon one another, yet I cannot grip I cannot grip These words render through a cosmic sea These words revoke our life to be Stacked upon one another, yet I cannot grip I cannot grip Contagion has shut down Ground control to minor 3rds Overtake and shed some sleep Harmony loves tragedy in our own jeopardy I cannot seem to say what I need They have my tongue Let’s cut it out Can’t speak over you My words keep losing meaning Maybe don’t take it so serious Three syllables to complete a thought I get caught Becoming lost As words have quickly left me The winds howl around their lost souls today Stuck in a spectrum between the living and the dead Their open mouths enter the worms of the living Slither in and out The winds howl around their lost souls today Stagnant air lifts up the creature myth Stuck between life and death An order to connect and forget Time is evaporating Time is still I cannot seem to say what I need They have my tongue Let’s cut it out In order to connect and forget Connect and forget Sleep on, fly on In our minds we can fly