Mabye if I Fall Asleep I Won't Breathe Right

Asphyxiate into Black

Heavy thick
and full of lies.
Hyperventilation
got me on overdrive.

Wasting your time catching breath,
I run until I die.
At least I've won the race,
even if I didn't make it out alive.

Time is eaten up by ticking clocks,
running low on what is reflected in your mind's eye.
Walls don't have to stay white.
Hallucinate.
Until the floor gives away.
Might make me sound fey,
but find my body
before the break of the day.

Open up your body,
but the good in the bad fades.
You're intoxicated, by thin air.
Doesn't have to be that way.
No, you don't have to run away.

Didn't you ever wonder,
didn't you ever dream.
The white makes you insane
the lights make your shadow go away,
you want to stay.
Maybe if you
touch the bottom of the ocean...
but you just couldn't reach...

Oh the water surface looks like
your black sky
without the holes in its dark veil,
or at least it does from here.

You don't have to breathe.

Don't wanna breathe.

You think being sober is aright
but the edges they collide
and in the end the birds alight.
And the pictures make a scene
filling missing voids with seams
you don't even see
you think everything is connected.
Your sober mind is reflected
back into your heart
and its just waiting to stop.

Don't breathe.

The spectrums don't hide,
everybody is clear-eyed
until they realize
they've lied,
at least your heart is all alive
when it's not connected to your mind
and you start to disappear.

And it crashes
all the colors mush and stack
until you think you're seeing black.
You look back
knowing you no longer lack...

The only addiction wearing black
making spots in your visions
spots in your eyes
spots of black
and they write...
welcome to the club,
fellow maniac.

I will not breathe
I will not breathe
I'm addicted to holding my breath
until my eyes bleed.
I will not breathe
I will not breathe
I'm addicted to suffocating
until you can't see me.
I will not breathe
I will not breathe
I'm addicted to waiting for the black
to get me out of here.

I'm addicted.
So let me strangle myself before I
bleed
me
down.

Your addiction is worse than mine,
you're barely awake
running out of pace
dreams and reality are never the same.

But I'm standing here
I never fall asleep.
What if with my eyes shut
I take in the poison,
what if I breathe?

I won't see black,
I'll start to lack,
I'll forget how to asphyxiate,
I'll fear running low on air
I'll drown.

Holding my breath-fulls of black,
letting it all out
not taking any back.

Hallucinations
got me,
falling from the sky,
catching fire alight
skin and flesh
mingling with the blues
for a beautiful sunrise.
My blood is dark and fine
no oxygen inside.
Until I crash into the water
inking the oceans,
blood strong as potion.
I'll never resurface
without air to float me high.
Touch the bottom of the ocean
before I can't hold it
I take breath
but only water goes inside.

I think running would be wise
I'll tell you not to breathe
but this thing occurring to you
I couldn't foresee!

And the blood looks black,
beneath my eyelids its black
and the world closes in
as the water eats me up
into deeper
colder
warmer
black.

Only the dead don't breathe.

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