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