Past gone quiet, state of repose Communications cut, casket's closed Now I'm followin' 'em, clench my fists and no credit I read it when he said it, now I'm criminally poetic Check this track, this lyrical hi-jack Knowledge is free, and the cadavars are past stories of war Rebellion, the ground blood red All screamin' out for us, a call from the dead It's so much to be said, but instead empty shells Like the victims' got me fired up, it's hotter than Hell So check your source, I think the hearse went by Without the livin' dead, we'll be the next to die! Can't judge a book by its cover Who will pay? Who will save? You don't understand the dead and gone We're destroying an unmarked grave The only equipment purchased was a thought committee Now, that BS S&S ain't reality Two-thirty two, triple "oh no" override Other fish to fry, so I'm buried alive And it's worse, it's tryna f**in' fight a gun with a sword To them it's all a game, so let 'em hang by these cords f** a rope, no hope, no way and no time Without the knowledge flow we're just a slave to their minds A slave to their mind, a slave to the system Failed on a capitol scale, and we're the victims So check your source, I think the hearse went by Without food for thought, we'll be the next to die! Can't judge a book by its cover Who will pay? Who will save? You don't understand the dead and gone We're destroying an unmarked grave Your future's flushed in the gutter Open your eyes, you're a f**ing slave You don't understand the dead and gone Soon there'll be nothing left to save Breathe Breathe Breathe Breathe Breathe Breathe Yeah! Yeah, you can follow in their footsteps And you can sympathize Know one way or another You'll be buried alive Buried alive Buried alive Buried alive Buried alive Yeah! Buried alive Buried alive Buried alive f**ing buried alive Buried alive Buried alive Buried alive Come on! Yeah! Hey, yo f** that! Buried alive!