My Breathing

Assassination of the voice of God

I don't know if I can do it

I've found the problem and the problem's you

I'm here to pick up the pieces

You won't remember me but I do you

I told you that I would come back

Everything will be decided here

They can read it in the papers

Your breathing haunts me

My breathing?

The sleeproom still waits for me

Join the army you can see the world

I remember this one patrol

Been liberating river towns

And we picked up the sex skin crawl

We would sing the new leader's song

Everyone invented stories

The connection was a fragile thing

Far too many distractions

Your breathing haunts me

My breathing?

The sleeproom still waits for me

I've been listening to the new DJ

What's all this original con?

We all live in the same museum

We all rearrange the same old song

Assassination by the radio

I don't know if they can do it

I've found the problem and the problem's one

I'm here to pick up the pieces

Your breathing haunts me

My breathing?

The sleeproom still waits for me