Atlas - The Breathing Process

Trusts heavy ore

It’s getting harder to hold their weight

Splintering

I can’t hold much longer

A worn, edging will, the death of this body

Hear the words I cannot speak

Within my pledge hides treachery

Grasp slipping hope

While breathing smoke

Left behind in the ash I’ve primed is the sleeping fiend that won’t die

I turn in this pit of mine, I shed away my decaying hide

In my blood I swore it, how I forgot to be

In spite of my glory, there’s no good left in me

A last stand’s redemption is only for the saints

I will burn this body to find my inner peace

Below

Doubt’s crushing slate

A worn, edging will, the death of this body

Hear the words I cannot speak

Within my pledge hides treachery

We’re stranded at the isle of mind

There is no rescue coming in time

Bid farewell to a life contrived

As we fade into the tide

In my blood I swore it, how I forgot to be

In spite of my glory, there’s no good left in me

A last stand’s redemption is only for the saints

I will burn this body to find my inner peace

Open the door

Where you will burn forever

I will burn this body

There is no inner peace

I will burn this body

There is no inner peace