Buried Alive (EP version)

Past gone quiet, state of repose
Communications cut, casket's closed
Now I'm followin' 'em, clench my fists and no credit
I read it when he said it, now I'm criminally poetic
Check this track, this lyrical hi-jack
Knowledge is free, and the cadavars are past stories of war
Rebellion, the ground blood red
All screamin' out for us, a call from the dead
It's so much to be said, but instead empty shells
Like the victims' got me fired up, it's hotter than Hell
So check your source, I think the hearse went by
Without the livin' dead, we'll be the next to die!

Can't judge a book by its cover
Who will pay?
Who will save?
You don't understand the dead and gone
We're destroying an unmarked grave

The only equipment purchased was a thought committee
Now, that BS S&S ain't reality
Two-thirty two, triple "oh no" override
Other fish to fry, so I'm buried alive
And it's worse, it's tryna fuckin' fight a gun with a sword
To them it's all a game, so let 'em hang by these cords
Fuck a rope, no hope, no way and no time
Without the knowledge flow we're just a slave to their minds
A slave to their mind, a slave to the system
Failed on a capitol scale, and we're the victims
So check your source, I think the hearse went by
Without food for thought, we'll be the next to die!

Can't judge a book by its cover
Who will pay?
Who will save?
You don't understand the dead and gone
We're destroying an unmarked grave
Your future's flushed in the gutter
Open your eyes, you're a fucking slave
You don't understand the dead and gone
Soon there'll be nothing left to save

Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Yeah!

Yeah, you can follow in their footsteps
And you can sympathize
Know one way or another
You'll be buried alive

Buried alive
Buried alive
Buried alive
Buried alive
Yeah!

Buried alive
Buried alive
Buried alive
Fucking buried alive

Buried alive
Buried alive
Buried alive
Come on!

Yeah!

Hey, yo fuck that!

Buried alive!