The millions hold their breath.
Can all breathe?
The elect hold their tongues.
They hold their breath and the world stops breathing.
Walk around, walk around you ghosts.
You'll never know what it means to have hope.
Speak, speak, speak.
I'll never want to be the one to throw that anchor.
Static. Poison. Your mouth is mother of both.
Will you exhale? And let go?
Gaping.
gaping tear is opening.
We'll walk right through.
Gaping.
A gaping tear is opening.
We'll walk right through.
We'll walk right through. (x2)
The Ghosts come.
Will you teach us how to breathe?
Our hearts,
Will you teach them how to beat?
(x2)