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)