| Song | What We Become |
| Artist | Between the Buried and Me |
| Album | 3 Song Demo |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Is this justifiable, this is life we lead. | |
| Blind stares at what we call humanity. | |
| So afraid to face what has already become of us. | |
| The dark cloud passed lifetimes ago. | |
| The “saints” drink the blood of their own. | |
| Your pathetic prayers mean nothing for… | |
| Our mother is already dead. | |
| She tried her best but the dirt choked her. | |
| We raped her, and laughed as we fucked her last chance of survival. | |
| I sleep on her tears. | |
| They keep me awake. | |
| I fear that closing my eyes might end me. | |
| But what am | |
| I? I’m just a worthless member of a twisted language. | |
| We all speak this twisted language. | |
| Is this justifiable? | |
| We have raped her, and we are pleasured from this. | |
| Thinking this progress… progress stopped lifetimes ago. | |
| We are raping with this life we lead. | |
| Everything is all right. | |
| Lies-the twisted language we all breathe. |
| Is this justifiable, this is life we lead. | |
| Blind stares at what we call humanity. | |
| So afraid to face what has already become of us. | |
| The dark cloud passed lifetimes ago. | |
| The " saints" drink the blood of their own. | |
| Your pathetic prayers mean nothing for | |
| Our mother is already dead. | |
| She tried her best but the dirt choked her. | |
| We raped her, and laughed as we fucked her last chance of survival. | |
| I sleep on her tears. | |
| They keep me awake. | |
| I fear that closing my eyes might end me. | |
| But what am | |
| I? I' m just a worthless member of a twisted language. | |
| We all speak this twisted language. | |
| Is this justifiable? | |
| We have raped her, and we are pleasured from this. | |
| Thinking this progress progress stopped lifetimes ago. | |
| We are raping with this life we lead. | |
| Everything is all right. | |
| Liesthe twisted language we all breathe. |
| Is this justifiable, this is life we lead. | |
| Blind stares at what we call humanity. | |
| So afraid to face what has already become of us. | |
| The dark cloud passed lifetimes ago. | |
| The " saints" drink the blood of their own. | |
| Your pathetic prayers mean nothing for | |
| Our mother is already dead. | |
| She tried her best but the dirt choked her. | |
| We raped her, and laughed as we fucked her last chance of survival. | |
| I sleep on her tears. | |
| They keep me awake. | |
| I fear that closing my eyes might end me. | |
| But what am | |
| I? I' m just a worthless member of a twisted language. | |
| We all speak this twisted language. | |
| Is this justifiable? | |
| We have raped her, and we are pleasured from this. | |
| Thinking this progress progress stopped lifetimes ago. | |
| We are raping with this life we lead. | |
| Everything is all right. | |
| Liesthe twisted language we all breathe. |