Flobots, Mackenzie Gault - Buried Alive lyrics
[Flobots, Mackenzie Gault - Buried Alive lyrics]
Each movement that I make
Could make a movement (Stress fatigue)
Each movement that I make
Could make a movement
(Glass gun deadly recipe)
Each movement that I make
Could make a movement
(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
Buried alive, buried alive, buried alive
Oh oh
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'd rather be buried than swing from a tree
And all of the yous are just different me’s
I wanna speak less cuz 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 damn
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
Could make a movement (Stress fatigue)
Each movement that I make
Could make a movement
(Glass gun deadly recipe)
Each movement that I make
Could make a movement
(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
Buried alive, buried alive, buried alive
Oh oh
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'd rather be buried than swing from a tree
And all of the yous are just different me’s
I wanna speak less cuz 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 damn
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