I've been there before
but how to describe it?
outside doesn't matter
inside is where it happened
punctured with some poison
what could have started the war?
I can’t sleep at night
knowing I've bitten down that door

swallowed by the air
still shouting for my life
I wonder if we’ll lose


I think it’s a knife


I think it’s some leather
It’s coming alive
We stop for a second