The Sickness

It’s been easier to breathe
It’s been easier to breathe
The weight of all the world
The air punishing me
Fall like a victim
Fall through the cracks
Quiet conviction
Quiet attack
And if I could throw it all away and out to sea
If I cast it all away
I’d be free and
I woke up in the morning
It smelled like summer
I’ve learned my lesson
My lesson is learned
And I have taken my winnings
See where I’m going
I’ll give it everything, everything
We will smoke to the end
We’ll burn out and start again
Smoke to the end
And start again