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Breathing Underwater (Suffocating in the Sky)
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A Scar is Born ...When the whole world is a wretched war zone, no one will possibly propose to give peace a try,
We're growing gills and relocating underwater, for hawks and pollution now control the suffocating sky...
Different people like different things,
Different scorpions have different stings.
Anyone can look respectable in a skirt or honest in a suit and tie,
Everyone sounds intelligent when they lie.
You're unique...just like everyone else,
Thinking you're special in your own little way.
Follow the white light and witness treachery in its most cataclysmic form as you're left lost and confused all by yourself,
Swimming in an acid ocean of toxic tears and suffocating under fifty splendid shades of gray.
Scream the silent sound of surrender as another bomb freefalls from the contaminated sky,
Wave "farewell" to forever as we continue to act out our viscous cycle and run around in a sempiternal circle.
Paint a tainted target on my bloodstained chest and pull the trigger as you aim straight towards the bulls eye,
The fact that we all still breathing right now is nothing short of an auspicious miracle.
...Somehow we've discovered a way to respire underwater, but the delicate doves drown in the polluted sky,
The angels of America parade with pitchforks in their hands while proudly displaying their crimson tails.
The provoked protesters march to the middle of Manhattan, hoping that one day the frayed freedom flag can once again majestically fly,
Patiently waiting for that picturesque moment when the sunken ship of salvation will spontaneously resurface and raise its magnificent sails...
Different clouds showcase different shades of gray,
Different spiders each capture and kill in their own wicked way.
Anyone can look trustworthy in a tuxedo or innocent in a dress,
Everyone is a sinner once they confess.
You're an exception...just like the rest of the world,
Imagining you're extraordinary in your own original way.
Believe the blasphemy and listen to the livid lies, then crucify your corpse as the catastrophic truth is unfurled,
Bathing in a beautiful bloodbath of betrayal while committing another selfish sin with every sentence that you say.
Sing the satanic song of salvation as another dying dove freefalls to its unfair fatality and disrupts the corrupted crusade,
Today…we bury tomorrow…as we sign the dotted line to sell our shattered souls and forever wretchedly walk in a frigid figure eight.
Draw a makeshift landmine on my chest and deliberately mistake my hibernating heart for a beating hand grenade,
Blindly nibbling on the enemy's poisoned bait as we swallow the truth and perpetually forfeit our fortunate fate.
...By hook or by crook, we've magically managed to inhale in the undertow,
but we frantically gasp for air once we surface to the sullied soil again,
The Devils of D.C. smile for the candid camera while nobly exhibiting gracious halos on their hallow heads.
The exasperated citizens come together and rally in Washington, praying that peace will soon emerge and redemption will once again reign,
Unwearyingly waiting for that delightful day when the final tear of tragedy and turmoil will be shed...
...We're breathing underwater
To avoid the thunder
We're saturating our souls in cyanide
To poison our pride
In the midst of the bloodstains and broken hearts
No one can hear the diabolic dove's delicate cry
Holdfast to hope as deliverance dreadfully departs
Leaving us alone to suffocate in Satan's shimmering sky...
