One Slow Breath

One slow breath

Might be all I have left

One slow breath

Might be all I have left

Ugly face like a little dog with a bowl approaches from out of the darkest corner from 1984, the longest year of them all

Have things changed there?

Are we still a bunch of slaves?

Cradle to the grave we are, free souls trapped inside a cage

Programmed for the system to die inside a prison

But until there is no air to breathe

And we cannot dare to dream

Our lost nightmare of lonely screams

The Spirit of the Abyss

Or if you don't swim

Or if you don't swim

What becomes of it?

The Spirit of the Abyss, what becomes of it?

What becomes of it?

Escape the sinking ship

Institutions that we know and trust

All turn doubt in the [amber of?]

And society's corrupt

Have you finally had enough?

In silent road the whirlwind out

The souls are trapped inside our flesh

Freedom, is death

One slow breath

One slow breath

One slow breath

One slow breath

Freedom, is death

One slow breath

One slow breath

One slow breath

One slow breath

One slow breath

One slow breath

One slow breath

One slow breath

One slow breath

One slow breath

One slow breath

One slow breath