Asthmartard

(Music com­ing soon…)

Tie a rock to my lung
This breath won’t feed even one
A pass­ing sign of a laden bind­ing
That bal­ances us till undone

The trick is to not let it by
A fault in the frame­work to pry
The shame is a back­bencher
Yearn­ing to react to pan­ic and let it unwind

Then I’m gone, good­bye
Left alone it’ll eat your inside out
As I col­lide, I alone am the sub­tle silence that sighs away
Final­ly with a push it’s over and I sur­vive
Reach­ing for­ward the pipeline will lead me back

The twin’s dying hum
Tie them both up until they’re done
Take a breath cause it’s all that is left
In this cycle that’s set to alarm

The call of the weak and the frail
A ham­mer to soft­en the nail
Say a prayer as the roof top stare
Mut­ters mer­cy and fades into white

Then I’m gone, good­bye.
Left alone it’ll cut your tires
A joke from inside, I alone am the sub­tle silence that sighs away
Sud­den­ly, with a push it’s over and I sur­vive
Reach­ing for­ward the pipeline will lead me back

 

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