Breathing inspires thinking,
A breathless man is passionless,
Open up those eyes and look at fear,
For fear wants you to see,
That it's the only thing standing in your way.

Make your excuses,
But once you open your mouth,
You'll find you can yell so loud,
That maybe even space could hear you.

I don't mind if you're stuck in the room,
I was stuck there too and it's up to you,
To find a way out of it's damage,
Fear will crumble over you and,
ensnare you until you breathe again.

Find a way to breathe,
Find a way to breathe.

Below your eyelids is a color,
A color that inspires feeling,
And a feeling will sing something foreign yet inviting,
So take it out and crush them into your palms,
Live again,
Do it and breathe again.