Living Grave
Living Grave
We tried to be brave
We tried to behave
We tried to give and we gave
We cried as we slaved
Understand:
That this world
This hovering coffin
Is not worth the sweat in your palms
This ticking time bomb
The facade of worldly happiness
Will never bring you to a calm
Understand:
That the number your heart will beat
Is counted and written in the burning book of time
There is no sickness you can treat
Only a constant state of bittersweet
And as you hear the sound of dirt being thrown on you
Covering the world and its surrounding view
You will be shouting to the living dead not to worry
That you've understood
And found the peace
The peace that those in their living grave, the buried alive
Are desperately trying to find
In vain.
Living Grave,
For now but not forever.
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