Bad Dreams

WOOD ABOVE THE FACE. THE SILENT HOLE. "BURIAL ALIVE" is a deeply claustrophobic track that puts the listener inside the coffin. The beat is defined by the slow, oppressive pulse of the sub-bass (the heartbeat) and the muffled sounds of the external world. The lyrics detail the terrifying lack of space, the crushing weight of the dirt, and the futile struggle for air. Your scream is swallowed by the earth. The wood is the final wall. This is where the story ends.
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BURIAL ALIVE

[Verse]

Steel toes stomp, asphalt crackin' under pressure

Blocks hot, heat rise, thermometer can't measure

Smoke signal stories, rooftop prophets preach

City veins pump hustle, bloodline of each



Brick walls whisper secrets, neon glow's the confessor

Every alley's a maze, snakes slither, no professor

Windows watch crimes, blind eyes to the scene

Concrete jungle charge, livin' life's guillotine



[Chorus]

Concrete jungle, the heart don't sleep

Pulse of the block, where the shadows creep

Survive or fold, the strong take charge

Concrete jungle, where the grind's enlarged



[Verse 2]

Graffiti scriptures, sermons sprayed on the walls

Echoes of sirens, lullabies through the halls

Chain-link fences, dreams caught and suspended

Currency exchanges, morals get amended



Cardboard kingdoms, chessboards on the curb

Kings fall for queens, knights move undeterred

Streetlights flicker, the beat don't falter

Concrete jungle charge, life's unholy altar



[Bridge]

Who guards the guards, when the watchtower burns?

Lessons etched in scars, every corner turns

Fate's dice roll heavy, weighted with sin

Concrete jungle charge, where the game begins

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