Buried Alive

Then I can hear
Then the blackness loomed closed up against my skin
Snuffing out even the evil whiteness to those damming lips
Driving all sensibility into retreat
In a mad rushing the senses of the soul into Hades

I forever dream within a dream
Of a certain city in the sea
As I walk the valley of unrest
Behind this mask of crimson death

I long for a loss of breath
And a most dire predicament
Murders in the rue morgue
Silence and shadow's what I adore

I can't explain just how it feels
The thought of my premature burial
Inside this oblong box I lie
With the hopes I'll be buried alive

The oval portrait upon the wall
Will someday cause this house to fall
The power of words left unsaid
As I join the spirits of the dead

I can't explain just how it feels
The thought of my premature burial
Inside this oblong box I lie
With the hopes I'll be buried alive

As they lifted and bore me down
Down to a place of blackness, and dampness, and silence
Silence

Well, I'm the man who's used up
Washed up, bricked up
Descent into maelstrom
Bedlam, redrum
Bet the devil my head
Misled, bloodshed
Heart under the floorboards
Beats for Lenore, never more

I can't explain just how it feels
The thought of my premature burial
Inside this oblong box I lie
With the hopes I'll be buried alive

I can't explain just how it feels
The thought of my premature burial
Inside this oblong box I lie
With the hopes I'll be buried alive