Breathing Blood

Regaining consciousness under a swinging moon
He speaks of alliances that beckoned me long before the womb
I’ve caused more wounds than I’m worth
I see now, you must not have heard, I am the natural born killer
There is freedom past your history
«But, this air won’t fill my lungs!»
You should be breathing blood
See this death, it was your victory, so
«Teach me to fill my lungs!»
Never stop breathing blood
I had it all so very wrong, but I fought, I fought with only song
God, I’ve tried, I’m trying like a beast all alone
My words, my words have aired in poison
Please teach me how to breathe, because this air keeps failing my need
Fill my lungs with what won’t bleed from my enemies
«If death is victory, how afraid, of life can we be?»
I’m born a war machine not knowing which beckon to heed
Will I rise as a tool for glory or be lost in dormancies?
I’ve regained consciousness under this swinging moon
You filled my lungs and each breath heals this killer’s wounds
There is freedom past your history
«But, this air won’t fill my lungs!»
You should be breathing blood
See this death, it was your victory, so
«Teach me to fill my lungs!»
Never stop breathing blood
I hear him speaking to me
For the first time he cleared my head
That’s when he said:
«Only cowards keep dormant their sleeping strength (And soon you’ll find)
Only the fearless will reach their potential’s peak
Only cowards keep dormant their sleeping strength (And soon you’ll find)
Only the fearless will reach their potential’s peak»
(What will wing these words if even the air is poisoned?
If the air is poisoned, what will wing these words?)
«Tell me, If death is victory how afraid of life can we be?
If death is victory how afraid of life can we be?»