aesthetic - between the buried and me

Decrease the light, increase the smiles...a familiar heat is swarming the
air. Soothing movements that help the evening come to a halt. Lifetime
achievement... the looks on their faces make it worthwhile. The swaying
of the ocean, to the swaying of your hips...shivering as your lover's
caress touches your lips. Perfect world and perfect lives, we have the
soundtrack for their futures. The seawater smell in the cold outside
world seems to be enchanting the room. The chatter of riches keeping the
beat, as the sea seems to freeze. The brisk air seems to make our hearts
colder. The dimming smiles seem to have halted with a silent scream. We
must play on. The perfect life torn apart in a matter of seconds...I hear
their streams and cries...I know now that I'm the only one who possesses
true happiness. We must play on. The perfect life torn apart in a matter
of seconds...I hear their screams and cries...I know now that I'm the only
one who possesses true happiness. We must play on. Keep the beat, we tap
our feet...screams add a new feel to what we've perfected so dear. We'll
play to our deaths for we possess true happiness. We are finally free.
Dying with our one passion, music: the greatest wealth of them all. We
must play on.