Buried alive.
Buried alive.

Waking up to the breath of the ore, in the sea of black
If you cut a worm in two the other half will grow back
If i'm alive or dead i don't really care as long as my soul's intact
Buried alive.
Buried alive.

Stinking corpse, i smell but cannot see, you hateful neighbor!
Pride, monomania, everything from earth, topaz vapor
Hi-chloridize polyethylene resin lacquered newspaper
Buried alive.
Buried alive.

Maybe i'm wrong
Maybe i'm waking for the day

Maybe i'm wrong
Maybe i'm waking for the day

Maybe i'm wrong
Maybe i'm waking for the day

Maybe i'm wrong
Maybe i'm waking for the day

Composição: Cass McCombs