
Buried Alive
BURIED ALIVE [Verse 1] Woke up too early again From a sleep that was haunted Kissed on the bloodstain— Like it wanted me, wanted Iron in my mouth Ash piling up at my feet I’m drowning in fabric Like I’m sinking into something I designed Mirror cracked—now there’s seven of me Splitting sins into symmetry This is hell with a halo on top— Fake light, fake divinity Burned my Bible at seventeen Watched it curl while it spoke to me That was the year the devil leaned in— Said, “Tell me what’s wrong with me.” ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Counting tiles on the ceiling Hold my breath, kill the feeling If I move, I might face it— If I breathe, I might say it ⸻ [Chorus] If you bury me alive — I come back breathing If you bury me alive — I don’t stop, I’m leaving Hands in the dirt, teeth in the fight— You can’t kill something that won’t die If you bury me alive — I break the ground If you bury me alive — I won’t stay down Say my name, say it twice— You can’t bury me alive ⸻ [Verse 2] Energy drink—no calories Breakfast just to feel in control Maybe a cigarette if it lets me forget How heavy it feels in my skull Self-disgust in a thrifted grunge Yeah, I call that style—watch me smile Nothing to do with avoiding the mirror Or not showering in a while Wish my brain had a reset switch Kill the noise, rewrite the script Like I’m both the lock and the key to it Every way out looks like me again Happy, hollow, easy to love? Or just numb enough to call it enough? If I lose all the chaos I hide— Do I lose what made it mine? ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Counting tiles like they might save me Every second trying to break me If I breathe, I might mean it— If I speak, I might need it ⸻ [Chorus] If you bury me alive — I come back breathing If you bury me alive — I don’t stop, I’m leaving Hands in the dirt, teeth in the fight— You can’t kill something that won’t die If you bury me alive — I break the ground If you bury me alive — I won’t stay down Say my name, say it twice— You can’t bury me alive ⸻ [Bridge — stripped → explosive] I learned the weight of the shovel Call it survival, call it trouble Every inch down felt like home— Like a place I already know No one pushed me—I went myself Built the grave, then blamed someone else Signed my name, hands shaking still— Then called it fate instead of will So if I make it out this time— No angels, no warning signs Just dirt in my lungs and a pulse that fights Truth is— I was never buried… I was hiding. (silence → breath → impact) ⸻ [Final Chorus] If you bury me alive — I come back breathing If you bury me alive — I don’t stop, I’m leaving Hands in the dirt, teeth in the fight— You can’t kill something that won’t die If you bury me alive — I break my ground If you bury me alive — I won’t stay down Say my name, say it twice— You can’t bury me alive ⸻ [Outro] Iron on my tongue—but I breathe Ash at my feet—but I leave You can bury the past, the lie— Only I can bury myself alive.

