Breathing Blood - Oh, Sleeper

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?»