Buried Alive

You make a face disfigured on the repetition
Match the sedentary look in your eyes
And when you know what’s coming next
Does it get you depressed
When every move you make is one you decide
And you speak so slighted about your obligations
You need a little clarity of mind
Well, it’s pretty clear now that you’re dying of thirst
Because you won’t lift your hands from your sides
Till you get buried
You get buried alive
There was a time once when eternity knelt
Down at your feet as you’d float on by
But as you look back, you saw the illusion pass
You had to duck beneath an ego so wide
And you speak so soft, swaying in the dark
Oh Janey, please just close your eyes
Say, I am anything that would kill for you honey
Don’t I treat you nearly alright
Considering I’m buried
Buried alive
Down in a desert city, we keep no memory of winter
Just a steady blue feeling to know
Here in a seasonless trance, you forget how to dance
And end up kneeling in the dirt below
Half asleep on automatic thought rotation
I lean on top of the night
Pray I am something more than the indentation
I leave on the bed where I rise
I get
I get buried, buried
Buried