Count Your Breaths

(verse)
Hold your ground
For every step you make you fall
Speak no word
Because they are murder to a part of the world
Make no sound
Do not disturb the quiet do not break
The walls around you they are made of stone

(chorus)
The skin is burnt
There's no protection there at all
The head it hurts
The pressure pushes the temples, nothing relieves the flow
Blackened rooms
Are where the oxygen is clearer it can flow
And hit the lungs AND start again

(outro)
Glasses breaking, eyes closed, count your breath
Soul is shaking, concrete ghost shall last
Veins are aching for what you have become
Before the night's too long