Buried Alive - Cass McCombs

Waking up to the breath of the ore, in the sea of Black

If you cut a worm in two the other half will grow back

If I’m alive or dead I don’t really care as long as my Soul’s intact

Buried alive

Stinking corpse, I smell but cannot see, you hateful neighbor!

Pride, monomania, everything from Earth, topaz vapor

Hi-chloridize polyethylene resin lacquered newspaper

Buried alive

Maybe I’m wrong

Maybe I’m waking for the day