Buried Alive

What we have here is a classic case of dopesick denigration

Blaming everybody else except yourself

It's so clear, the tactics and the pure manipulation

A maven in making your own perfect little hell

Serotonin screams so ordinary

The voices in my head they don't scare me

And dopamine it seems like you're imaginary

The voices in my head will be buried alive

It's obvious, the remedy tastes just like poison

The noise and the voices are your own closest enemy