Breather II
Oceana
Let it be reborn invited
and I hate my ways now.
I looked possessed
in a focus of pure hate
and I was gone forever. Gone.
I didn't mean it
and now I'm faded and wasted
I'm throwing up the old.
I knew that I'd live it.
Admit it.
My demons were beating me down.
Cut out the black space,
the blood and frustration of
a wasted life.
And I sent myself away with the medicine.
Another sleepless night.
Another sleepless night.
Another sleepless night.
Another sleepless night.