Borrowed air is in the lungs
Holding this breath for the ruin
My carbon composed of all of my faults
I will be tomorrow's synthetic surface
The so-called beauty that you call home is so suffocating
Isolated from hopelessness and breathing in a false sense of empathy
I'm drowning in an ocean of mistakes and regrets and I can't swim for shit
It's impossible to come up for air when you're met with no reason to breathe
And I doubt everything you say because you always say it twice
You won't give me an explanation for the apologies and the lies
You choke on words of sentences that forgot where they began
What method do you recommend if we're already dead?
Project my memories as a scene from your hidden persuaders
My inflamed lungs are only getting older
A distraction from armies with crosses on their shoulders modern crusaders
I cover my eyes this is the place to die to wake up from a nightmare is to be caught in a dream
fell into Days n' Daze when I was travelling, thanks to some of my road dogs. I don't have that freedom anymore but I feel a piece of it Everytime I listen to their music. love y'all! thefool309