In The Middle I Breathe - Profane Omen

Unfold, expose myself to these thoughts

It seems there’s no angel to take me home…

I’m cold and I drank every drop I could find

And the fire in my lungs, it leaves no more room for smoke…

Still I breathe…

This world is a graveyard for our souls;

the truth was buried in shallow ground

No sleep, no dream to give me peace, no fate

No reason for us being here… and I breathe…

All these thoughts cause too much pain;

all the colours of childhood are

turning grey

All that I fear, I now must face

So grant me this wish: give me time to inhale…