Breathe

The cycle continues of the pain that haunts me every day and leaves me screaming.
We've got a sickness and it's eating away every bit of me.
The disease we need to beat is the silent type, the disease we need to beat has no cure in sight.
When I think back of how it used to be, not a single mother fucker would see this coming.
It's not too late to change our fate, to change our fate.
I wrap my hands around your throat and begin to squeeze every little bit of life until you fucking hear me.
Temptation makes you weak and it's clear to me that we're using borrowed time because we're running on empty.
Look into my eyes.
I am not the person you seek, there's nothing left of me.
I'm just another man in disguise.
What will become of me?
Who will pay for these crimes?
We're wasting time.
I wrap my hands around your throat and begin to squeeze every little bit of life until you fucking hear me.
Temptation makes you weak and it's clear to me that we're using borrowed time because we're running on empty.
Who do you seek?
I'm not the man in the mirror.
Who do you see?
Who do you seek?
I'm not the man in the mirror.
What's behind eyes?
I'm living proof there's nothing but disease.
Who do you see?
Who do you see?
I'm not the man in the mirror.
I'm not the man in the mirror