Buried Alive (With An Oxygen Tank)

[captainballs]

I know you've seen us all before
We become less relevant with each one more
No shoelaces, belts, or glass doors
Look at the silence on our floor

Already finished, in we march
To exhibit our pain in the dark

Are you watching or is it pre-decide
Which bent rules our minds abide

Help is just a bed away
If only we had the sense to stay

Invalid dreams are the prognosis state
Permanently tied to an imagined fate