Hold your breath Until you can't hold Your breath anymore Then tell me we're not animals Like the blood in our veins makes you special. Like the channels from our eyes to our brains don't all shut down when we can't breathe Like what fills your lungs is better Like the dust you'll become is any different than what's in everything. I saw us all in the vulture nourished with carrion. The small dead parts of an old life Become the wings that'll carry 'em. You should've seen us Running in packs last Saturday To a soundtrack of cicada songs And the rattle of modern machinery. Pride-less lions biting necks In the name of Aslan For a spot in eternity But that's just called Missing out on eternity. You've just gotta wake up And hang out With your really big fucking family. Oh, our breath. All our breath.