Listen to the way that I breathe
You keep lying Eyes glued to the ceiling I keep scratching Until you come falling down from the plaster What a disaster, your stare is red Your hands are sewn to the bed The liquids that we used Are floating safe in a drain Now flush them from your brain Listen to the way that I breathe My heartbeat, the way I speak Take the troubles on my soul Might not take back control Take the troubles on my soul Might not take back control Listen to the way that I breathe My heartbeat, the way I speak Face the troubles on my soul Might not take back control Take the troubles on my soul Might not take back control Are you back Or just planning to attack The words you speak are sweet But somehow I see through you The demons still hold true!...