White Walls
by Between the Buried and Me
From the album: Colors
Duration: 14:13
Lyrics for White Walls
The monsters are made And we have proven, that we will be one of them The whores take the stage The whores take the stage, Flash our skills Gotta draw 'em in Gotta keep 'em on their toes On their toes Don't show them how you truly are Who would want honesty Who would want a group of people, that one can relate with Show them how you truly are Who would want honesty Who would want a group of people, that one can relate with They have to look up Simple peasants Who the fuck thinks we can all be on a similar plane We need worship We need worship We need devotion Becoming gods the image that is thrown Thrown out in their everyday lives to comfort We need devotion Becoming gods from the image that is thrown Thrown out in their everyday lives to comfort It's not a musical journey anymore They chose Camilla, and we stood by her the entire time Monotonous expression, a forced replica of a tired sound Puppets for a greed-driven carnival The same charade as the passing years Force me out there. Don't give them a chance Don't give them a chance They want to be fed, Fed a simple Replication of past Greatness Evaluate (Step back) Recognize Evaluate Recognize Evaluate Recognize Evaluate Recognize We just need to throw some new ideas in It will eventually Get out of this closed of circle We are part of We are part of Get out of this closed of circle Get out of this closed of circle It's all the same This is all we have when we die It's what's left of us when we die We will be remembered for this We will be remembered for this We will be remembered for this We will be remembered for this The same White walls White walls White walls White walls