Option Oblivion - Between the Buried and Me

Real eyes

A golden lever

A choice of gold or velvet

Do I go on, or follow the crown in the smoke?

My last choice derange my voice

Real eyes

The lever falls down so delicate

Enlighten me

I’ll follow towards the smoke

The wrenching of the rope

I’m always lost

The idea of dreaming in a dream

My vision is serene

Please lift me up

Breathe underwater

Swim without limbs

These new eyes will never suffer

Enter the new wake

Looking back through the painful tunnel

They taught us what once was

What once was

New air opens my mouth

Gasp a new breath

What is this place?

An alluring frontier