Guillermo de Llera Blanes - Breathe (Respiratum Asthmaticus) (EP) Lyrics

Breathe (respiratum csthmaticus)
Primitive Reason

Breathe
I need my cane
Floor my panic, support my pain
Static, I'm one of the asthmatics, pragmatic
Bringing the unknown side to the attic; staggering,
Scattering
I speak of my disease when I can't breathe
Seen how I've been seen struggling to remain sober
While I'm falling over choking
I'm running slow motion from this burning low emotion

Fire, burn this pyre down
Now burn it to the ground
Kill my sickness now
Cleanse me, defend me
This tarnished crown is...

Take my hand and walk through the quicksand till we
Reach safe land together
I say to my inners:
I wont let you sink
No way
We're interconnected, interdependent
Into the madness, not by our own choice
Into the sadness, not by our own voice
Not by our own noise do we scream alone out to the
Wild
I'm only a child, just leave me the f*ck alone

Cnd all these words are but whispers from our inners
Cnd all these words are just ghosts
Broke away from home in our hope to survive
Broke away from home in our hope to revive

I suffocate, reinstate all the pain
Is the wait not a waste for my fate is the same,
Regardless, huh ?
I not looking for apologies
Nor I looking for your sympathy
Eye just looking for the answers see
Beyond this dank reality
I suffer because from it I will learn not to suffer
I will learn how to spark this...

Fire, burn this pyre down.
Now burn it to the ground.
Kill my sickness now
Cleanse me, defend me
This tarnished crown is f*cked
Even if I'd truck for a million k's
There would never be enough space
Between them and I, deficient
For all the air in the atmosphere will never be
Sufficient

To save me from the agony

Whenever, outside
You and I,
Man to man,
Hand to hand.
One will die,
One will stand
Clive

Energies out of sight
Feed through my victim eyes
Invisible disguise
Thirsty gods
Hunt and hide
For if I saw I would take life
One day the joint chiefs
Will pave the way from our primitive grave
Preparations will be made for a higher nation to
Succeed

Fire, burn this pyre down.
Now burn it to the ground.
Kill my sickness now
Cleanse me, defend me
This tarnished crown is f*cked
Even if I'd truck for a million k's
There would never be enough space
Between them and I, deficient
For all the air in the atmosphere will never be
Sufficient

Separated
From the One elated
For this one is jaded
For this one has graded
For the One has made it
This bliss is blind