Buried alive by the confines of time
And the pressure to conform

As I push on down the stone-laced street
With nothing but the street lights to guide me
I find myself questioning 'Is there more to life than what's left behind me?'

As I bide my time the clouds turn grey
And I'll chase the sun into the sea
Those words said through clenched teeth
A promise made that you couldn't keep

All these ideas and intentions to act
Have become an intangible list of promises I inherently struggle to keep
Ambition being the strongest burden to uphold

Lacking the substance to create and the will to achieve
I'll burn myself alive

Time slowly takes a hold and I'll take this all to heart

As I bide my time the clouds turn grey
And I'll chase the sun into the sea
Those words said through clenched teeth
A promise made that you couldn't keep

Buried alive by the confines of time
And the pressure to conform

Buried alive by the confines of time
And the pressure to perform

Buried alive by the confines of time
And the pressure to conform
(Bide my time)

Buried alive by the confines of time
And the pressure to perform
(Clouds turn grey)