"Buried Underground" lyrics

"Buried Underground"

Put you in a place where you don't have a choice
Holding your mind hostage while they take advantage
You need to look around you, open up your eyes
They don't want you to be free so they all lie

Fly!... High!
But you're still buried underground
Live!... Die!
I know you hated coming down
We!... Try!
Try to sympathize but how
Your!... Lie!
No one to fall back on now!

Building up their cages so you can't escape
Never let you move on cause they say they'll break
Undermined by memories that cannot die
Falling down the rabbit hole while flying high

Fly!... High!
But you're still buried underground
Live!... Die!
I know you hated coming down
We!... Try!
Try to sympathize but how
Your!... Lie!
No one to fall back on now!

Fly!... High!
Live!... Die!
We!... Try!
Your!... Lie!
No one to fall back on now!


Writer(s): Lewis Raharuhi Allert De Jong, Henry Te Reiwhati Johannes De Jong, Ethan Leonard Trembath
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