With Devils - Inked In Blood

One at a time we’re taking a bow.

I feel as though there is someone else here;

poisoning us from the inside out.

I see no future, only here and now.

Each passing moment-a lifetime.

Why can’t breathing just be easy-even when you’re on your way out?

I am falling short of white blood cells.

My count is down-my time is up.

There is weight on my chest, a push of air from the lips.

Straining to sleep must be like begging for your life.

One at a time we’re taking a bow.

It looks like we have been followed.

I thought I said to come alone.

I can see less of myself now, and more of what’s replaced me.

(I am) conscious

of the cessation of life.

Why can’t breathing just be easy-even when you’re on your way out?

I am falling short of white blood cells.

My count is down-my time is up.

I have dropped off the face of the earth.

The birds of prey-they are awake (they are awake).

The birds of prey-they are awake (they have been feasting on us for days).

The birds of prey-they are awake (they are awake).

The birds of prey-they are awake