Sunday

Buried Alive

Memories seem to fade (on and on it goes)
Wash my view away

Hey!
I can't live in here for another day
Darkness
Has kept the light concealed
Grim as ever
Hold on
To faith as I dig another grave
Meanwhile
The mice endure the wheel
Real as ever
And I'm chained like a slave
Trapped in the dark
Slammed all the locks
Death calls my name
And it seems I've been buried alive