Wish that I didn’t have to see a confidant as an enemy
Count on lies and the lines you cross
Helplessly I could only watch

Dodging words as they ricochet
Honesty that’ll never pay
Your convictions I believe
Like an apparition haunting me

Now the [bad word] is a ball and chain
Holding my conscience to the flame
Covered up, but still I know
The secret of the life you’re guilty of
The smoking gun is what I’ve found
The dirt I have on you is the ground
Ooo, I’m buried under

Trying to tread through sinking sand
But in your wake you know I can’t stand
What I thought was meant to be
Is a broken heart weighing down on me
The [bad word] is a ball and chain holding my conscience to the flame
Covered up but still I know
The secret of the life you’re guilty of
The smoking gun is what I’ve found
The dirt I have on you is the ground
Whoa, I’m buried under
Yeah, I’m buried under
Whoa, I’m buried under

Can you fall for the wings of a dove
When the clever wolf is the one you love?

Now the [bad word] is a ball and chain
Holding my conscience to the flame
Covered up, but still I know
The secret of the life your guilty of
The smoking gun is what I’ve found
The dirt I have on you is the ground
Oooo, I’m buried under