Stories I Buried Alive

There are whispers in the dust, Ones I tried to leave behind. Shallow graves along my footsteps, Mark the corners of my mind.

And every time the night gets quiet, I hear them moving underfoot…

These are stories I buried alive, Still scratching at the seams. If they ever claw their way out, They’ll haunt the man I tried to be. I ain’t fearless, I ain’t fallen — But the past don’t rest in peace. These are stories I buried alive… And they’re rising in my dreams.

I’ve left shadows in the canyon, Left some names without a sound. Thought the silence wouldn’t follow, But the truth comes back around.

Every echo in the darkness Feels like footsteps at my back…

These are stories I buried alive, And they’re trembling in the ground. If I ever let ‘em surface, They’ll turn my world inside-out. I ain’t wicked, I ain’t weary — But there’s weight I can’t deny. These are stories I buried alive… And they won’t stay where they lie.

Ohh… Some secrets learn to breathe again… Ohh… Some graves don’t stay closed forever…

These are stories I buried alive — And they’re coming back tonight.

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