Make me vent at the knees
I've got a phantom lung- Better than the other
More like the broach you wore with apocryphal insignia
It was better left untouched
It was better left alone, for the hour of my echo is at hand

Do you feel that respiration?
It's blocking out the sky
Now there's no light to be she'd on this painful labor

Walking with my old limp that resonates your ego,
When I feel the resignation of my limbs
You rode in on a horse, but wouldn't form a tryst
Saw you ride in on a horse, but you couldn't be convinced

Tell your brother's keeper that he's in an awful mess
Tell your zealous mother to spay her tongue
Tell your brother's keeper, his cuts are somewhat of a nuance
When that zealous mother bleeds for everyone

Now you feel that respiration?
It's blocking out the sky, leaving no light to be she'd on this painful labor