Vivisepulture
How many times must I wipe off the dirt
Believing life could be worse
Like being locked in a box
And losing all of the air, that I hold, in my lungs
Now as I claw the walls
My movement's starting to crawl
Binds me to this place
I lost my will and I'm stuck
My body's cold on a turn
It's like I'm buried alive
How can I live like this?
My chest is getting tighter as my vision dims
You're growing deaf to my cries
It's like I'm buried alive
My mind is collapsing on itself
I'm stuck in a spell
It's hard to say I've been worse
I've lived so long inside the dark
You'd swear I've been cursed
It's just so hard to breathe
Now I've exhausted every option seen
Now my world comes crashing down
Absent of sound
It's like I'll never escape
Feels like I'm running in place
Anxiety is on it's highest level
As all my options run out
I'm stuck here making deals with the devil
And now my mind is playing tricks on me
Feeding your reality
A lack of air, has left me so weak
Release take me
(my body's cold on a turn,
My body's cold on a turn)
My body's cold on a turn
It's like I'm buried alive
How can I live like this?
My chest is getting tighter as my vision dims
You're growing deaf to my cries
It's like I'm buried alive
Now I can't tell. Is this is real?
I know it's been so long since I've been able to feel
I'm buried inside my thoughts
Abandoning my dreams and everything I was taught
FUCK YOU!
Believing life could be worse
Like being locked in a box
And losing all of the air, that I hold, in my lungs
Now as I claw the walls
My movement's starting to crawl
Binds me to this place
I lost my will and I'm stuck
My body's cold on a turn
It's like I'm buried alive
How can I live like this?
My chest is getting tighter as my vision dims
You're growing deaf to my cries
It's like I'm buried alive
My mind is collapsing on itself
I'm stuck in a spell
It's hard to say I've been worse
I've lived so long inside the dark
You'd swear I've been cursed
It's just so hard to breathe
Now I've exhausted every option seen
Now my world comes crashing down
Absent of sound
It's like I'll never escape
Feels like I'm running in place
Anxiety is on it's highest level
As all my options run out
I'm stuck here making deals with the devil
And now my mind is playing tricks on me
Feeding your reality
A lack of air, has left me so weak
Release take me
(my body's cold on a turn,
My body's cold on a turn)
My body's cold on a turn
It's like I'm buried alive
How can I live like this?
My chest is getting tighter as my vision dims
You're growing deaf to my cries
It's like I'm buried alive
Now I can't tell. Is this is real?
I know it's been so long since I've been able to feel
I'm buried inside my thoughts
Abandoning my dreams and everything I was taught
FUCK YOU!
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Smith, David Pierson, James Sacco, Michael Hayes, Patrick Mulligan, Tykeese Breland
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