Intro
Refresh.Recheck.Nothing moves.
Verse
I built every page with a purpose and a pulse,Cut the dead weight out, checked every result.Title in position, description locked tight,But the graph keeps falling every single night.
I can hear the crawler moving under the floor,Following the links but it still wants more.Search Console flashing like a warning in red,Impressions disappear while the dashboard plays dead.
They say write it helpful, make it clean, make it fast,So I chased every signal and I buried the past.Now the query has a heartbeat, but it never breaks through,Number eleven means I'm buried on page two.
Pre-chorus
I changed every word,I tightened every screw.Tell me what is leftWhen the answer isn't you.
Chorus
I'm buried alive on page two,Screaming my keywords but they never break through.You crawl every link, you decide what is true,I'm buried alive, buried alive on page two.
Google, can you hear me now?I did everything you told me to do.One place from the light, but the light won't come through,I'm buried alive on page two.
Verse
Backlink, anchor text, audit the domain,Every little metric is a link in the chain.Competitor above me with a paragraph thin,Three pop-ups, four ads, and they still get the win.
So I map the intent, make the structure make sense,Build a topic cluster like a barbed-wire fence.Schema in the source and the entities aligned,But the algorithm changes and it leaves me behind.
Core Web Vitals, every needle in green,Fastest loaded heartbreak that you've ever seen.No spam, no shortcut, no invisible clue,Just a perfect little page getting buried on two.
Pre-chorus
I changed every word,I tightened every screw.Tell me what is leftWhen the answer isn't you.
Chorus
I'm buried alive on page two,Screaming my keywords but they never break through.You crawl every link, you decide what is true,I'm buried alive, buried alive on page two.
Google, can you hear me now?I did everything you told me to do.One place from the light, but the light won't come through,I'm buried alive on page two.
Breakdown
Crawl me.Render me.Read what I wrote.Index the page,Don't bury the note.
No manual action.No reason why.Just another updateAnd a vertical line.
Position twelve.Position ten.Position six—Then gone again.
Bridge
Maybe the ranking was never mine.Maybe the rules move every time.Maybe authority can't be bought,And every answer becomes an afterthought.
But I know there is someone searching tonight,With the exact same question I answered right.If the machine won't listen, I'll still tell the truth.I didn't make this page for the crawler.
I made it for you.
Instrumental Break
Final Chorus
I won't stay buried on page two,I found my voice and I'm breaking through.You can crawl every link, but you don't make it true,I won't stay buried, buried alive on page two.
Google, can you hear me now?I'm more than the position you choose.One place from the light, now I'm coming into view,I won't stay buried on page two.
Outro
Refresh.Recheck.Position nine.
We moved.
