Extremophile Elite Lyrics
| Song | Extremophile Elite |
| Artist | Between the Buried and Me |
| Album | The Parallax II: Future Sequence |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Prospect 1: | |
| To see one's self is hard to explain | |
| Last night was the first notion of this | |
| Once again real life and dreams are whirling amongst one another | |
| Space flight navigator | |
| A walking mirror | |
| Galaxy drifter | |
| Entwined together | |
| To grasp the other hand | |
| To hear the other speak | |
| Carve one's skin out of their own soil | |
| Sends chills throughout my body | |
| Wake up to a dirt covered surrounding | |
| Machines in the distance | |
| Something far too familiar | |
| The world comes to a screeching halt when I cover my ears | |
| Lift off the hands and the claws work again | |
| Digging graves | |
| Deeper graves | |
| The machines deafen my ears with such extremity | |
| Constant maze from digging graves | |
| I bury my head in the dirt | |
| It all stops | |
| This sends bliss throughout me | |
| Upside down dreaming | |
| The sound of earth soothes my entire body | |
| Real life and dreams are whirling | |
| (A hand lifts my head out of the dirt) | |
| Pulling hairs from what seems to be my brain | |
| I see him… me… us? | |
| The walking mirror | |
| .fade out. | |
| Prospect 2: | |
| Eyes slowly open as dust clouds surround me | |
| Speak to me freely | |
| I am listening | |
| The clanking of machines scream in the distance | |
| I strain in order to get up | |
| Soon I stumble down a dirt hill and see a buried man | |
| Just his skull is underground | |
| Once again real life and dreams are whirling amongst one another | |
| Walking into a certain state of desperation | |
| (Dig deep into the soil to lift this man's head. It pulls out of the ground with ease.) | |
| Carves one's skin out of their own soil | |
| Sends chills throughout my body | |
| It is a corpse | |
| Something is buried where his head once lay | |
| A note… my note | |
| My hands shake and I fall to my knees | |
| Slowly read… "please know I love…" |
| Prospect 1: | |
| To see one' s self is hard to explain | |
| Last night was the first notion of this | |
| Once again real life and dreams are whirling amongst one another | |
| Space flight navigator | |
| A walking mirror | |
| Galaxy drifter | |
| Entwined together | |
| To grasp the other hand | |
| To hear the other speak | |
| Carve one' s skin out of their own soil | |
| Sends chills throughout my body | |
| Wake up to a dirt covered surrounding | |
| Machines in the distance | |
| Something far too familiar | |
| The world comes to a screeching halt when I cover my ears | |
| Lift off the hands and the claws work again | |
| Digging graves | |
| Deeper graves | |
| The machines deafen my ears with such extremity | |
| Constant maze from digging graves | |
| I bury my head in the dirt | |
| It all stops | |
| This sends bliss throughout me | |
| Upside down dreaming | |
| The sound of earth soothes my entire body | |
| Real life and dreams are whirling | |
| A hand lifts my head out of the dirt | |
| Pulling hairs from what seems to be my brain | |
| I see him me us? | |
| The walking mirror | |
| . fade out. | |
| Prospect 2: | |
| Eyes slowly open as dust clouds surround me | |
| Speak to me freely | |
| I am listening | |
| The clanking of machines scream in the distance | |
| I strain in order to get up | |
| Soon I stumble down a dirt hill and see a buried man | |
| Just his skull is underground | |
| Once again real life and dreams are whirling amongst one another | |
| Walking into a certain state of desperation | |
| Dig deep into the soil to lift this man' s head. It pulls out of the ground with ease. | |
| Carves one' s skin out of their own soil | |
| Sends chills throughout my body | |
| It is a corpse | |
| Something is buried where his head once lay | |
| A note my note | |
| My hands shake and I fall to my knees | |
| Slowly read " please know I love" |
| Prospect 1: | |
| To see one' s self is hard to explain | |
| Last night was the first notion of this | |
| Once again real life and dreams are whirling amongst one another | |
| Space flight navigator | |
| A walking mirror | |
| Galaxy drifter | |
| Entwined together | |
| To grasp the other hand | |
| To hear the other speak | |
| Carve one' s skin out of their own soil | |
| Sends chills throughout my body | |
| Wake up to a dirt covered surrounding | |
| Machines in the distance | |
| Something far too familiar | |
| The world comes to a screeching halt when I cover my ears | |
| Lift off the hands and the claws work again | |
| Digging graves | |
| Deeper graves | |
| The machines deafen my ears with such extremity | |
| Constant maze from digging graves | |
| I bury my head in the dirt | |
| It all stops | |
| This sends bliss throughout me | |
| Upside down dreaming | |
| The sound of earth soothes my entire body | |
| Real life and dreams are whirling | |
| A hand lifts my head out of the dirt | |
| Pulling hairs from what seems to be my brain | |
| I see him me us? | |
| The walking mirror | |
| . fade out. | |
| Prospect 2: | |
| Eyes slowly open as dust clouds surround me | |
| Speak to me freely | |
| I am listening | |
| The clanking of machines scream in the distance | |
| I strain in order to get up | |
| Soon I stumble down a dirt hill and see a buried man | |
| Just his skull is underground | |
| Once again real life and dreams are whirling amongst one another | |
| Walking into a certain state of desperation | |
| Dig deep into the soil to lift this man' s head. It pulls out of the ground with ease. | |
| Carves one' s skin out of their own soil | |
| Sends chills throughout my body | |
| It is a corpse | |
| Something is buried where his head once lay | |
| A note my note | |
| My hands shake and I fall to my knees | |
| Slowly read " please know I love" |
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