Save your breath I`m not listening
Frail like wretch soft and sinking
If you could save yourself what would you find
Crave the truth like I`m craving mine
Compensate again black lung is bleeding for you now
Compensate again black lung is breathing for you now
Shut your mouth It`s filling with dust
Tight like air corroding your trust
If you could save me now still my actions the same
Line stop dead no air in this frame
It`s my turn to breathe
(c) 2001 The Butterfly Effect
