Buried

Get out of the city and take along everybody you know Hide them away from the poison that has taken control But I know It's pointless to go We are buried in all that’s wrong Because the memory, when it dies, it's gone I never heard it when it was said That when morning comes we might all be dead You want to run but you've got to know that you've run out of time The razor burns and it's cutting down everything that's alive But I know There’s Nowhere to go We are buried in all that’s wrong Because the memory, when it dies, it's gone I never heard it when it was said That when morning comes we might all be dead