One slow breath
Might be all I have left
One slow breath
Might be all I have left
Ugly face like a little dog with a bowl approaches from out of the darkest corner from 1984, the longest year of them all
Have things changed there?
Are we still a bunch of slaves?
Cradle to the grave we are, free souls trapped inside a cage
Programmed for the system to die inside a prison
But until there is no air to breathe
And we cannot dare to dream
Our lost nightmare of lonely screams
The Spirit of the Abyss

Or if you don't swim
Or if you don't swim
What becomes of it?

The Spirit of the Abyss, what becomes of it?
What becomes of it?
Escape the sinking ship
Institutions that we know and trust
All turn doubt in the [amber of?] And society's corrupt
Have you finally had enough?
In silent road the whirlwind out
The souls are trapped inside our flesh

Freedom, is death

One slow breath
One slow breath
One slow breath
One slow breath

Freedom, is death

One slow breath
One slow breath
One slow breath
One slow breath

One slow breath
One slow breath
One slow breath
One slow breath

One slow breath
One slow breath
One slow breath
One slow breath