Hard To Breathe (Lethal)

All my blood, all of my flesh, all of my senses have paid the price for a man with vision. Did my time in the line moved by inches obeyed the call of a blinding fever! Give my your violence Give my your silence Have you run? Have your found your reason or your place in the killing season? The calling, the falling, the crawling. It's getting so hard to breathe The needing, the bleeding, the feeding It's hard to breathe Satisfied with the life you've been living You don't move too far From the place where In the climb you've resigned from the vision You bare the weight Of your last decision! One more life, one more death One more dreamer has played the part of a true believer Selling you, selling my, selling reasons. No fate, no faith Only timed decision