Текст песни Istanbullies - Buried Alive

if it wasn't for your mother i wouldn't be too old
you could wrap your arms around me but you'd feel i'm just too cold
i've been scratching at the lid of this box right through the mold

like being buried alive oh no
like being buried alive oh no

talking like a pocket preacher all about my soul
i will be a rotten carcass by the time your ten years old
my flesh is diseased with all the lies you told

like being buried alive oh no
like being buried alive oh no

if it wasn't for your mother i wouldn't be too old
you could wrap your arms around me but you'd feel i'm just too cold
i've been scratching at the lid of this box right through the mold

i'm being buried alive oh no
i'm being buried alive oh no