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Buried Alive Lyrics - Artist : Flobots
Each movement that I make could make a movement
Stress fatigue Each movement that I make could Glass gun deadly recipe Movement that I make could make a move Edge of the precipice Each movement that I make could make a Trigger finger press release Now I know you heard of me I know you saw I know you're cursing me Round of applause Like I don't deserve to breathe Life when he's not Like why was I personally trying to be God Now some of us murder and some of us lie But I am not one of them I am not one of them Why Pull out a gun to survive Fire a gun and then die a thousand deaths If you really knew me you would know I am afraid of the dark If you really knew me you would know Try to be brave in my heart But monologue monologue stereotype I am not one of them I am not one of them Why Pull out a gun to survive Fire a gun and then die Buried alive Buried alive buried alive buried alive Don't let me be Yea shadows I battled and fell short Hands up and lay down for a day Yea yea yea Rattled by the snakes that don't show up and support Get tread on with nothing to say The flag doesn't sway without a plentiful breeze I rather be buried than swing from a tree And all of the yous are just different me's Wanna speak less cause I am choosing to see This epiphany In infancy diplomacy is listening To the child in each of us scream A little bit of wisdom is a dangerous thing And I don't give a dam Without a militant eve I'm deep but I'm not If you could ever know The thoughts I've known and seen what I have seen All the spiteful stones that I've thrown did not protect me I want you to know these heavy stones nearly crushed me If I'd only known that heavy load that brought me low would help me grow I wouldn't be |
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