Living Breathing Something

The Color Morale

Question everything

Have I already been buried

I can see no light but I am still stuck here breathing

Maybe a wretch like me is supposed to stay forever buried

So you can see the analogy of what happens to you when you keep things buried beneath

I have been buried for years but why am I still breathing

I don't make mistakes

I bury them

Suffocating soul that the devil just won't claim

I dug this grave now it's time to tell the truth from it

You put one foot on the lid when did I let it close

One foot on the lid 5 feet left to go

Forgive your enemies but never forget their names

I am my own worst enemy

Suffocating soul that the devil won't claim

I don't if I believe in you anymore but everything needs an analogy