Breathe (respiratum Asthmaticus)

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