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In The Middle I Breathe (Profane Omen)

Unfold, expose myself to these thoughts. It seems there's no angel to take me home... I'm cold and I drank every drop I could find, And the fire in my lungs, it leaves no more room for smoke... Still I breathe... This world is a graveyard for our souls; the truth was buried in shallow ground. No sleep, no dream to give me peace, no fate. No reason for us being here... and I breathe... All these thoughts cause too much pain; all the colours of childhood are turning grey. All that I fear, I now must face, so grant me this wish: give me time to inhale...