Breather II - Oceana

Let it be reborn invited

and I hate my ways now.

I looked possessed

in a focus of pure hate

and I was gone forever.

Gone.

I didn’t mean it

and now I’m faded and wasted

I’m throwing up the old.

I knew that I’d live it.

Admit it.

My demons were beating me down.

Cut out the black space,

the blood and frustration of

a wasted life.

And I sent myself away with the medicine.

Another sleepless night.

Another sleepless night.

Another sleepless night.

Another sleepless night.