buried alive
we found you drowning
in your own tears
we must have lost touch
we found you drowning in your
tears
lost without a place to go
we found you drowning in your tears
(in your tears, we found you)
run away
from all of
this hate
buried alive
we found you drowning
in your own tears
we must have lost touch
in faith
we are
standing
covered in his blood
covered in our loves blood
broken therefore
covering our sins
the pain lasts, long
remove
this sterile blade
and stand by me
bury, the simple things
(your beauty)
and ask these questions
(it breaks me, breaks me
softly)
are you alright
(your beauty)
can you take this
(it breaks me, breaks me softly)
will you, step up and prove
yourself