Air,
keeps me awake...

In the darkness I remember,
I fought with a pretender...

I know it's hard to keep it down,
when it grows inside, making a horrible sound...

I saw you waving at me,
across a rebelious sea...

Tell your dad,
that things are not that bad...

Angels will sing of this tragedy,
of how I messed it up...

Behind the paintings of certain people,
you'll find a wooden door of secrecy...

Through the last remaining window,
he throws the last chair...

I'm resting in the shell of a broken man,
while i ponder a question i don't understand...

I hold my breath under water,
as I swim along the banks of sand...

You look in to my eyes and cry,
why do people have to die...

Where have I come?
It's all red and empty here...