Last Breath Songtext / Lyric

Lingering in your garden here our tired hands are bound

To toiling without pleasure in this murky earth we found

Distance is at fault here and its slowly gaining ground

So stay here at my table till proximity is sound



Keep it in, keep your last breathe, make it worthwhile



I was looking for something, when I was pulling my skin off






So if god is an acronym, some giver of damnation

Then why even bother with the concept of man

Ideals have run wild, escaped from our heads

And with the chosen so few should it warrant attempt?

And what if my fear is all that I am?

A poison to ease what small conscience I have left

But soon we'll find we lived and died with the world in our hands



You left all your children out

You left all your children fending for our precious lives



I am the fortunate one, left with the blood in my skin

You are the only thing I hope is real in a dark world

I am the fortunate one, left with the blood in my limbs

You are the only thing I hope is real in a dark world