Nine No Air Supply
How does it feel to be back in square one
Nothing accomplished or done
-- but still you're content
You don't even care
All of your days there passing by
You can't make a difference one for the other
-- nothing left but you and your fear
But no one can hear
Before you take your next breath
Hold it and think: "why?"
Is there something keeping you
Can just lie down and die
Or do you have a reason
Do you have a float
You're almost alone
You're one of the few
Can't take the same shit every single day
Just follow and go the marked out way
-- do you ever think what else there could be
The years are passing by
What is the -- could pass
-- will you ever stop, just keep going nowhere
Before you take your next breath
Hold it and think: "why?"
Is there something keeping you
Can just lie down and die
Or do you have a reason
Do you have a float
You're almost alone
You're one of the few
You're one of the few!
