A Sandra quote: 'And hate breeds more hate, 'til love evaporates.'
No, I can't breathe
The air is scarce
Its sweetness
Deprived from me
It's free air
And its torturing me
I'm gasping
for the sustenance
It's peculiar release
From the current situation
Please
But I'm being denied
Each time
It's really the only thing we actually need
But no, I can't breathe
No, I can't breathe
We all try to struggle
Against the chokeholds
Of our little roles
In society
It keeps getting tighter
We try to get higher
In our drugs & ectasy
Because we know
Tomorrow will come
We have to put on a good show
This tightrope dance
Keep your balance
Dance for our masters
Maybe, hopefully
they'll throw us a bone
We're on the tightrope
The lights too bright
Double vision in the eyes
Making us burn Inside
All the time now
Every movement
Is being watched from an eagle's eye
Perched from above
And everything we say, is being logged.
We're the ants under the microscope.
No, I can't breathe. No, I can't breathe.
The air is stifling.
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