Between the Buried and Me - Aspirations

Untried and untested
One fits nowhere but here in anonymity
There is no birthright, no innate guidance
No direction or destination is handed down

Shackles are the one thing free for all

Dead ends and dead lives around here
And failure obscures all but the immediate
Sweet dreams fall from reach here
Fade from existence, fade from sight
They merge with the black in decay and neglect

The surroundings here are sparse and desolate
And life here is grief
But the path leading here is short and simple
It is so like these aspirations

Better ways and better times are bitter memories
Lost lives live here without inspiration or desire
Here is the lowest of places
But do not despair

Written by:
Paul Andrew Waggoner, Thomas Giles Jr. Rogers

Publisher:
Lyrics © BTBAM PUBLISHING

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