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What is it like to know that someone else is living the life that you should have been living, while you are locked away in an institution? What pained thoughts sear the mind of an inmate in the precious few lucid moments when they can contemplate what they have lost? What does it feel like to be essentially buried alive? These are the questions that inspired this song. Being buried alive becomes also the metaphor for our own personal disappointments and our own realization that the life that we imagined for ourselves is far different to the one that we have each ended up with. We see others accomplishing the things that we had hoped to accomplish ourselves, and it seems as though they have stolen our hopes and dreams. 6:00
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VERSE 1

	My life is out there.
		I'm trapped inside here.
	I'm hardly breathing.
		My blood is drying up.
	Someone please free me.
		Someone please help me.
	Can't keep from freezing,
		ice forming 'round my heart.

CHORUS 1

	Somethin's gotta keep me from
		losin' my mind.
	Somethin's gotta help me to
		protect the wakened flame.
	Threatened by the cold wind through
		this suffocating keep.
	Chilling me to death,
		the stone, must surface from the deep.

	Can't you see this life is burying
		me alive?
	Isn't it so obvious
		it's not mine at all?
	Someone's living it right now,
		they stole it from me.
	Threw me here inside the cold,
		I'm buried alive.

INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE

	I'm buried alive.

BRIDGE 1

	The eyes
		they see
			far,
	further
		than
			where you are.
	Caught
		behind
			those prison bars.
	Gaze
		into
			those reachless stars.
	Don't let them
		throw me under.
	Don't let the
		limits rule me.
	Dig me out and
		let me feel the
	clear blue sky
		upon my face again.

VERSE 2

	River flowing,
		ageless, growing.
	Lives before now
		never felt like this.
	Soul was open.
		Mind knew freedom.
	Time was timeless,
		now it's locked away.

CHORUS 2

	Somethin's gotta keep me from
		losin' my mind.
	Somethin's gotta help me to
		protect the wakened flame.
	Threatened by the cold wind through
		this suffocating keep.
	Chilling me to death,
		the stone, must surface from the deep.

	Can't you see this life is burying
		me alive?
	Isn't it so obvious
		it's not mine at all?
	Someone's living it right now,
		they stole it from me.
	Threw me here inside the cold,
		I'm buried alive.

END

		I'm buried alive.
		I'm buried alive.