The pressure on my chest,
Before I took the bow,
The final word conspires
Against a holy fire.

Can I breath again?
My lungs fill with fire,
This time is ever so dire.
Can I breath again?

Bodies piled in the corner of my closet,
Masks hang the row above my bed,
A faucet that always leaks, hanging out of my eye.

Can I breath again?
My legs are crumbling under,
Cause I'm such a downer.
Can I breath again?