Buried Alive from Buried Alive by Johnny Cremains

Running out of air
Running out of steam
Running out of air
Running out of…..
I don’t imagine I’m not dead.

A million miles from nowhere alone in the dark at night
No idea what’s become of me, or who you really are
And those damned nails, the box airtight
Heart beating heavily, there’s a crowd gathered over me
And I can barely breathe
Just when you think it’s over and it’s only just a dream
They take the only hope that’s left, and they bury it deep

Running out of air
Running out of steam

A million miles from nowhere alone in the dark at night
No idea what’s become of me, or who you really are
And those damned nails, the box airtight
Heart beating heavily, there’s a crowd gathered over me
And they’re chanting all those evil things
Just when you think it’s over and it’s all been just a dream
They take the only hope that’s left, and they bury it deep

There’s a crowd gathered over me that I can barely hear
But the chanting of those evil things
As loud as they can

Running out of air
Running out of steam

Someone come and save me…..dig out, dig out

• Alternative
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• frightening rock
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