Prequel to the Sequel Songtext
von Between the Buried and Me

The headless lover of three
An unspeakable affair

The lady on the hill creates a glorious
Departure from her everyday...
Her everyday life
Constant swelling of the ankles

A pleasant cry for help
A pleasant cry for help
A pleasant cry for help

A grieving widow mothered this headless wonder
A perfect crime
That soon lived on
A different life it had to develop
Gripped by every limb it could hold
The lifeless ideas it grew onto it′s own
A much needed surrender
Trees soon started to grow...
From what seemed a lifeless neck


From a monster to a beauty in quick months
Its life seemed to be on its way to a rare freedom
It decided it should take advantage...
Advantage of this idea
(Of this idea)

A mixture of paintings soon took course in its body
A spectacle nonetheless
Walking proud through life letting its branches guide the way
A path which seemed to be covered (in sunshine)

(It must be human, for its qualities
Seem to outdo even the grandest occupant of the town)

This started to catch the attention of the unbranched
It had never experienced an affection of this kind
A wonderful and frightening new obstacle in its life
This started to catch the attention of the unbranched
It had never experienced an affection of this kind
A wonderful and frightening new obstacle in its life

Years went by as it finally found true love
The love of others (others)
Three to be exact
Letting them into every secret
Feeding from every branch
Every part used for their...
Lives


It noticed its walking seemed more staggered than normal
The breeze didn't flow like it used to
The heart seemed to pound (slower and slower)
What caused this? (what caused this?)
It soon was noticed that these three had torn every branch,
Every single stem

Torn to its last life
How hadn′t it noticed
A drastic change in the surroundings
It didn't think anything could go this wrong

(Comfort) comfort, comfort, comfort
(Comfort) comfort, comfort, comfort, comfort

It thought life was (constant happiness)
If constant happiness (was all that was given out)
Given out
It thought life was (constant happiness)
If constant happiness (was all that was given out)
Given out
(It left it's entire existence up to these three lovers)

Comfort (comfort)
Comfort (comfort)
Comfort (comfort)
Comfort (comfort)

Hints and all
They did as they pleased
And now it′s starting to wilt away
They will see this lost Perfection
It will come back around
Will the newborn live to tell this story? Rewind.