Oxygen has this way to let us live and let us die
Generous enough to give us our first breathe
But cruel enough to give it to another
Who in time will cause nothing but harm.

Combining with the pollution that surrounds the gases
It breaks us down into opinions that are neither right nor wrong
We battle each other while we ignore its silent laughter
Tearing at each others throats as if to break the windpipe

Sirens wail over hills touching even the lands covered in shadows
While cruel beasts stay dependent on the invisible
The sound waves soar between signs upon the motorways
While the taste on your tongue torments the oxygen that it swallows

Going, leaving, left, the pupils dilate to such a degree
That they nearly reach the size of its lids
We see it as a mother, a nurturer, a monster
And the world has given it the ticket to our lives.