The Grid

Composer：Between The Buried And Me

Inhale

We take it all in

Prying hands mold

Inhale

Prying hands mold

We shape you

You'll never know

Distinct cries for help

Cries for help rain down on our vice

The device inside

Prying hand become old

Rebirth

Inhale

We take it all in

Dying hands mold inhale

Dying hands hold

We break you

You'll never know

Distinct cries for

Cries for help rain down

Judge not what we do

Judge what we feed

Judge not what we do

Judge what we feed

Mental transformation

We have become their memory

Mental transformation

We have become their memory

Step back and feel the sun

Step back and touch the end

We are in this together

Millions circling

Millions circling

Judge not what we do

Judge what we feed

Guilt surrounds

We pushed for a perfect life

We held you under and let you drown

Guilt surrounds

We pushed for a perfect life

We held you under and let you drown

Slowly submerge

Become your true self

Rain down on our vice

The device inside

Prying hands become old

Rebirth

Judge not what we do

Judge what we feed

Mental transformation

We have become their memory

Mental transformation

We have become their memory

The moon slides past the shoreline

It's crimson glows lives on

Please don't wait up for me

I've finally locked the door

Please don't wait up for me

I can now move on

We

Are in this

Together

We

Are in this

Together

We

Are in this

Together

Oh

We

Are in this

Together

We

Are in this

Together

Oh

We

Are in this

Together

Together

We

Are in this

Together

We

Are in this

Together