Lyrics:

In the night where I live,
Theres strange force in your kiss oh.
All's divine in desire.

With an isle of philosophy,
Burning scrolls in the naked heat,
Oh how coy is your little boy. No!

Cause I know it dont read that well.
I got buried; no it wont be long, before I rise in
I got buried; no it wont be long, yeah

In the night where I live,
Your children sway they fuel the kitch.
Raise their glass to soviet cries in the ward,
And in shadows.

Outright, in times of old,
Fumes are falling, smell them burn,
Like always, yes always.
Now here!

Cause I know it dont read that well.
And I know only time will tell, me.
I got buried; no it wont be long before I rise in
I got buried; no it wont be long before I rise in song!

And I know it dont read that well!! YEAH!
I got buried; no it wont be long, before I rise in
I got! Oh Buried!! Oh no!!!
Cause I know I got you!!