been such a long time But I've tried to live without I'm suffocating I need you to breathe So reach down and pull me up Pull me up before I am buried beneath
such a long time but I've tried to live without I'm suffocating, I need you to breathe So reach down and pull me up, pull me up before I am buried beneath
such a long time But I've tried to live without I'm suffocating I need you to breathe So reach down and pull me up Pull me up before I am buried beneath
a day's walk from San Denise We buried him beneath the bone-white sands of San Denise Silence of an airborne night Push high above the roof Daughters of the Red
The wind whispers a lullaby once forgotten in time The song of this timeless wind was once buried deep But now it has risen from beneath from where Twilight
The animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness, a baby cries hard in an apartment complex as I pass in a car buried under the influence. The city
away in this chrome red overdose sensorial overload Absurd pulses of pain carving holes in the head Silver, silver overdose buried, buried deep beneath
to a story That was written long ago, 'Bout a kingdom on a mountain And the valley-folk below. On the mountain was a treasure Buried deep beneath the
or rhyme A fulmination - of hope and praise The chosen one put forth - to vanquish buried flames For those before you - far beyond the gates Beneath the
light of the fire was swallowed by darkness the spectre, the nightmare a black hole in the dark shadow keeper of the great secrets buried beneath the
children to a story that was written long ago Bout a kingdom on a mountain and the valley far below On the mountain was a treasure, buried deep beneath
The way a knife slices precise the trife it's a demonic device The chronic you light inhale for those in jail To those that beef get impaled and buried
One last illusion A powdered mirage Hidden feelings Swallowed by the red sand Sudden vortex of tormented damned souls Of blindness and buried honor
bend out Picture a nigga drunk drivin' in his glasshouse With no doubt, I keep clack 'cause it's necessary I be damn if I gets buried cause I'm a Gangsta
to do around the farm A murder in the red barn Murder in the red barn Now the woods will never tell What sleeps beneath the trees Or what's buried 'neath
