Buried Alive (Intro)

Swedish sweets in the corner of my casket... can move Yet i stay still even though i want to grasp it Digging deeper holes down my dreary death jacket Veins filled with mold body cold sobbing... drastic More lethal than a seagul's swarm Sunday morning Outfit on Trying not to get spit on by their foul paste Wet and warm Dodging them Looking high Trying not To get hit but I Didnt watch that dingy road doused in reckless rabits Head still aimed to the sky what a wreckless habit Stepped onto the curb so absurd and now ill have it Car passing this way no delay Crashed it Sleeping uncontrollaby On a bed thats not mine Laying here sorely Too bad its a fine Seems like im dead but Turns out its not my time Eyes still never opened so i lower to dirt Planting me back first but my roots will not disperse Layers of earth and a door close on my birth No blood in my legs No thoughts to beleive Swedish sweets molding in the corner of my casket... Swedish sweets were my favorite I know i wont live but its hard not to fight The brain on my shoulders has a still working light Theres nothing i can do no word no feeling or no might The weight on your lungs when youre buried alive I know i wont live but its hard not to fight The brain on my shoulders has a still working light Theres nothing i can do no word no feeling or no might The weight on your lungs when youre buried alive Sweet but molded i see my passage has unfolded The deep resolve to neatly hault the path i took to hold it Up to the drastic measures taken from forehead And whether not this casket will keep me til im broken And rotted Feathers and my sockets Torn to peices tethered Need to breathe but it wont process Through my teeth an airway will not create a pocket To my lungs I guess im done The sweet wrongs have now rocket Out of pocket huh I know i wont live but its hard not to fight The brain on my shoulders has a still working light Theres nothing i can do no word no feeling or no might The weight on your lungs when youre buried alive I know i wont live but its hard not to fight The brain on my shoulders has a still working light Theres nothing i can do no word no feeling or no might The weight on your lungs when youre buried alive Swedish sweets in the corner of my casket... can move Yet i stay still even though i want to grasp it Digging deeper holes down my dreary death jacket Veins filled with mold body cold sobbing... drastic More lethal than a seagul's swarm Sunday morning Outfit on Trying not to get spit on by their foul paste Wet and warm Dodging them looking high Trying not To get hit but I Ah shh