Berried Alive - Silence of the Yams

My bodies quitting on me
I feel so heavy, I'm almost ready
Hear spirits calling me home
Turn up my headphones
And downward spiral

My mind is heckling me
Mocking my choices and disappointments
Confined I'm setting me free
We're done with remorse
Let's go be a corpse

Once I leave, I will never be back
Roll me up in a sheet bury me next to my dad
No one believed, guess they were stating facts
Thanks for the help, I'll be refunding myself

Demons in my head
Cuz they don't see that I'm the devil
I make music for the dead
They say it's on another level
I lay bleeding in my bed
Always speeding through the red
Lost the meaning when I keep repeating everything I never said

Demons in my head
They're turning me into an angel
Making music for the dead
Cuz I know loneliness is painful
I lay bleeding in my bed
Always speeding through the red
Life is fleeting I just keep repeating everything I should have said

Written by:
Charles Caswell, Kaylie Caswell

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