Buried Alive-Direct Hit!
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Buried Alive - Direct Hit!
He's got a carcass in the basement,
And it's high time he found a replacement
It'll be just like a first date, but better
It's the farthest that he's been from
A careful process for a quick completion,
Cause the bomb's just a couple
Clicks from his suburb
So he doesn't have to please her,
Just apply a kitchen towel soaked with ether
And sit her upright
In the last car she'll ride in,
Drag her inside bound with duct tape
Under his arm, like a baby or a pound cake,
Set the knives out, put the IV inside her
It's gone on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
But he's dried out his eyes,
As he's buried alive
All the girls that he's met every season
Keeps a book, photographs,
His victims in tact
So he can have a memory of it all
But the world's bound to end
In a minute or ten,
He knows routine's nothing
But a shadow,
And pasted shots of his kills
Are pointless frills, oh no
Because the bomb's just a couple
Clicks from his suburb
It's his last night,
So he slows down,
Takes a breath,
Doesn't have to sweat the cops now
But the practice is soon
To leave him exhausted,
And when he wakes up she's above him,
Saying "Baby,
Let's go out enjoy the sunset
It's the last time we'll get to enjoy it,
And it's the farthest
That we've been from
A careful process for a quick completion,
Because the bomb's
Just a couple clicks from our suburb
It's not atrocious,
We'll be sleeping,
And the universe of course
Will end up weeping
On the staircase in the corner.
So, sorry."
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
So the carcass in the basement
Became a whole lot more than a replacement
It became just like a first date, but better
So he dries out his eyes,
As he buries alive,
This doomed world
That has seen it's last season
And the book, photographs,
His victims in tact,
Won't leave a single memory of it all
Cause the world sees
The end in a minute or ten,
And the routine's just a f**king shadow
And all his shots of his kills
Were pointless frills, oh no
