Wildheart - Light This City

Restlessness causing friction

Friction releasing heat

Heat wasting energy

Heart losing steam

Why do we hold our breath?

Is it to pause time?

I keep just enough air in my lungs

To let my thoughts float

So they won’t weigh me down

How much time do I have left?

I can feel something stirring

Still suspending my breath

And when the ashes settle, who will be left?

Left to my own devices, I turn to vices

I return to this city though I’ve hurt so many here

How much time do I have left before I need to breathe again?