Prehistory Lyrics by Between The Buried And Me
A rare delicacy
A dwindled spirit
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A rare delicacy
A dwindled spirit
I’m not the writer
It’s you
Turbulent
We make it through
These words (Will be the end of me)
These words (Bring a new life to me)
Water drags
Water drags down
Stuck in our last season
Bite off our headless fever
Kleptomania
Hearsay is drawing blood
I hope I’m still here when you, you read this
I’m not the writer, but I’ve become the movement
Life is love
Time is never lost
We didn’t live (We didn’t live)
We only existed