Breathe کے بول

No one heard the prophecy our spirit is deaf all the exspectations - wrecked sensations now illusions of intimacy split up the core chrous: See me choke every promise we broke as we grow old lost in decisions of greed and need - we shot our sense Underneath the cemetery i'm digging for any reason as i breathe in i can smell the stench of our inheritance split up the core See me choke every promise we broke get me out, give me honesty give me space to breath