Low Roar Breathe In
When the walls are caving in my head
Faintly feel a pulse in my neck
Time, it creeps and crawls and reels me in
Sinks its rusty hooks in my skin
I breathe in
I breathe in
No
When the dream controls my attitude
Tells me what to say and to do
Spare or never see the same sun twice
Oh
I breathe in
I breathe in
No
I breathe in
I breathe in
No
