Breathe I need my cane Floor my panic, support my pain Static, I’m one of the asthmatics, pragmatic Bringing the unknown side to the attic; staggering, scattering I speak of my disease when I can’t breathe Seen how I’ve been seen struggling to remain sober While I’m falling over choking I’m running slow motion from this burning low emotion
Fire, burn this pyre down Now burn it to the ground Kill my sickness now Cleanse me, defend me This tarnished crown is…
Take my hand and walk through the quicksand till we reach safe land together I say to my inners: I wont let you sink No way We’re interconnected, interdependent Into the madness, not by our own choice Into the sadness, not by our own voice Not by our own noise do we scream alone out to the wild I’m only a child, just leave me the fuck alone
And all these words are but whispers from our inners And all these words are just ghosts Broke away from home in our hope to survive Broke away from home in our hope to revive
I suffocate, reinstate all the pain Is the wait not a waste for my fate is the same, regardless, huh ? I not looking for apologies Nor I looking for your sympathy Eye just looking for the answers see Beyond this dank reality I suffer because from it I will learn not to suffer I will learn how to spark this…
Fire, burn this pyre down. Now burn it to the ground. Kill my sickness now Cleanse me, defend me This tarnished crown is fucked Even if I’d truck for a million k’s There would never be enough space Between them and I, deficient For all the air in the atmosphere will never be sufficient
To save me from the agony
Whenever, outside You and I, Man to man, Hand to hand. One will die, One will stand Alive
Energies out of sight Feed through my victim eyes Invisible disguise Thirsty gods Hunt and hide For if I saw I would take life One day the joint chiefs Will pave the way from our primitive grave Preparations will be made for a higher nation to succeed
Fire, burn this pyre down. Now burn it to the ground. Kill my sickness now Cleanse me, defend me This tarnished crown is fucked Even if I’d truck for a million k’s There would never be enough space Between them and I, deficient For all the air in the atmosphere will never be sufficient
Separated from the One elated For this one is jaded For this one has graded For the One has made it this bliss is blind