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Look at me Gone away my friend Can't you see Buried once again Endless time Reached the promised land State of mind Suffer by my hand The end is still long, lo...

Don’t sit there so forlorn The bitter taste will subside Regret is the poison for the assertive one Who ascends above The trivial embellishments And makes the m...

a corpse of a dead god who burried forever with his dead, lying ... There is no way to foresee a burried disaster for million years

floorboards I'm not dead and burried yet They always seem to ... floorboards I'm not dead and burried yet They always seem to

beautiful son I know You're burried like me You're burried I

here it comes slowly deeply burried in the bowels now it spurts ... a war drug deeply burried in the bowels now it

But I feel you must go I burried out the laugh In the same

me up again Said my love Burried my head in the sand Screams

found a treasure It was not burried in the ground but floating

Beauty Overf***ed Body Burried Corpse Awaiting The End

a dusty shelf, burried over ground In the corner of

The red don communist threat, burried and gone So they invented a

And being hurried to be burried is what you inherit Grow up

sins and the tragedies you've burried deep You breath, you

it grow. You? know? what's burried inside. No one will ever

I placed you to the stars, I burried you in to my soul I wont

love for my Sally Ann And I burried it deeper than a China man

for the sound 150 year burried deep in the earths grip

then I carried it then I burried it so listen up cause I got

stabbed I been hung I been burried alive And I can deal with

the surface cause what's burried Under there Was a kid

care for her girlish toys I burried her dolls in the sand one day

veins Shades of madness Burried in my head And now

soldiers, rest in peace, burried in concreate, on his grave

blast From the past Like burried cries Of distant lies

not awake I'm burried in the dream The house with

Iselin Her body still lies burried in the Holy Land Awaiting

We burnt his clothes And we burried him low The tailor's next

carry you physically to be burried But the rest, every

waiting line You and I stand burried in the ground Though