Telos
Between The Buried & Me

[The Decision (Prospect 2 speaks):]

Built to destroy

Born to compress

Every worry

Every idea

Push it deep down

The blood vessel cover

The skin suit of anxiety


Built to destroy.

Born to compress.

Every worry.

Every idea.

Push it deep down.

The blood vessel cover.

The skin suit of anxiety.


Never speak a word

Just do as you're told and compete

Compete for success, for health, for sport.

Climb the mountain of limbs


Built to destroy.

Born to compress.

Every worry.

Every idea.

Push it deep down.

The blood vessel cover.

The skin suit of anxiety.


Build the walls around me

A covered land mine

Every smile, every itch

A covered land mine

Push it deep down

Put your head under the ground

Worm discussion

Worm discussion


Built to destroy

Born to dominate

As I am you

You will never know

Just like all the fools before you

Here is what we must do


She writes:

I awake to a cold touch. Two arms in four-armed bed. The touch of wind wrapping around me. I'm trying to follow its scent. The scent of isolation. Every door opened, every aspect of our life... gone. Hauling around our memories. Every corner a display of our life. A life I assume will never be the same again. No signs, no clues. A game that I will question until the end. Where have you gone? Was I ever important? The late nights lend ideas, but nothing to gather actual progress.


Years go by. The constant stare. The constant grip inside. Every organ grinding. Every day seems easier until I step back in our box. Boxed in. Surrounded by life, while suffocating inside a poor version of one. Grip the match, set the fire. Don't save a thing.

Rebirth. Reborn. Now this is progress. The black box will reveal only this. I will sit. Sit and wait until not a breath escapes my body. Burning in our box. What did all of this even mean? More objects to represent a status. One we can't even prove. Hide behind what we have taken. You have done this. The memory of me will leave with the ash of lost treasures. Goodbye to you. Goodbye to everything.


She speaks:

Was I ever really alive?


Did I stay, did I stay in his mind?


Goodbye to all I've known

I love you

Goodbye to all I've known

I love you

Rebirth

Reborn

Rebirth

Reborn


[Prospect 2:]

Do as we are built

Machines for the future

Bright eyed and ready for life

The dual gods of our time

Of all time

They will never see us coming

They will never see us coming

Let's end it all


Start from scratch

Patch the uniform and let the galaxy form a comfortable replacement

We will not be missed

Goodbye to everything


Start from scratch

Patch the uniform and let the galaxy form a comfortable replacement

We will not be missed

Goodbye to everything


[Prospect 1:]

Doing as one's told.

A puppet through fear.

The crossed finger clicking sounds.

Inner anxiety with a smile.

Doing as one's told.

A puppet through fear.

The crossed finger clicking sounds.

Inner anxiety with a smile.

Why can't we step back?

Why can't we step back?

Are we really this important?

Just because we can doesn't mean we should

(Let things happen naturally)

Personal resets through selfish release

At least I will enjoy

The worry slips under the door

You won't see me coming

You won't see me coming


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