Lyrics In The Middle I Breathe - Profane Omen

In The Middle I Breathe

Unfold, expose myself to these thoughts
It seems there’s no angel to take me home…
I’m cold and I drank every drop I could find
And the fire in my lungs, it leaves no more room for smoke…
Still I breathe…
This world is a graveyard for our souls;
the truth was buried in shallow ground
No sleep, no dream to give me peace, no fate
No reason for us being here… and I breathe…
All these thoughts cause too much pain;
all the colours of childhood are
turning grey
All that I fear, I now must face
So grant me this wish: give me time to inhale…