H.I.M. (His Infernal Majesty) - Buried Alive lyrics

Snow keeps piling up and

Killing flowers

That hurts my head

To crawl inside a spinefish

To move it’s mouth and

To bet and to win

I miss my mother’s arms and

The soda farm where

I broke my hand

I fit the wrong way in and

I’m liking it

But I wanted a kiss

I fall in

It’s automatic

I crawl

It’s automatic (x2)

It’s automatic (x3)

This kid was selling powder

He had a hat on

And he took my name

Just for our private files in

Case we need a hand or

You run into him

I’ll suck this panda’s thumb and

Wait for monday

To shave my head

Small fires still burn up fuel and

They eat the guts out first then

They break into fits

I fall in

It’s automatic

I crawl

It’s automatic (x2)

It’s automatic (x3)

To forget I (x2)

You will

Disremember me (x6)

I fall in

It’s automatic

I crawl

It’s automatic (x2)

It’s automatic (x3)