Shadows settle on the place, that you left
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness
Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time
From the perfect start to the finish line
And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones
'Coz most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs
Setting...Setting...Setting...Setting...
[Repeats]
And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones
'Coz most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs