Buried Alive

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Buried Alive

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[Verse 1] He's got a carcass in the basement And it's high time he found a replacement It'll be just like a first date but better It's the farthest that he's been from A careful process for a quick completion Cause the bomb's just a couple clicks from his suburb [Verse 2] So he doesn't have to please her Just apply a kitchen towel soaked with ether And sit her upright in the last car she'll ride in Drag her inside bound with duct tape Under his arm like a baby or a pound cake Set the knives out, put the IV inside her [Refrain] It's gone on and on and on and on and on and on and on [Chorus] But he's dried out his eyes as he's buried alive All the girls that he's met every season Keeps a book, photographs, his victims in tact So he can have a memory of it all But the world's bound to end in a minute or ten He knows routine's nothing but a shadow And pasted shots of his kills are pointless frills, oh no [Post-Chorus] Because the bomb's just a couple clicks from his suburb Yeah [Verse 3] It's his last night, so he slows down Takes a breath, doesn't have to sweat the cops now But the practice is soon to leave him exhausted And when he wakes up she's above him Saying "Baby, let's go out enjoy the sunset It's the last time we'll get to enjoy it And it's the farthest that we've been from A careful process for a quick completion Because the bomb's just a couple clicks from our suburb It's not atrocious, we'll be sleeping And the universe of course will end up weeping On the staircase in the corner So, sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" So the carcass in the basement Became a whole lot more than a replacement It became just like a first date, but better [Chorus] So he dries out his eyes as he buries alive This doomed world that has seen its last season And the book, photographs, his victims in tact Won't leave a single memory of it all 'Cause the world sees the end in a minute or ten And the routine's just a fucking shadow And all his shots of his kills were pointless frills, oh no

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