Text: Oh, Sleeper. Breathing Blood.

Regaining consciousness under a swinging moon
He speaks of alliances that beckoned me
long before the womb

I've caused more wounds than I'm worth
I see now you must not have heard
I am the natural born killer

There is freedom past your history
This air won't fill my lungs
Because you should be breathing blood
See this death, it was your victory
So teach me to fill my lungs
To never stop breathing blood

But I had it all so very wrong
But I fought, I fought with only song
'Cause I've tried, I'm trying like a beast all alone
My words, my words have aired in poison

Please teach me how to breathe
'Cause this air is failing my need
Fill my lungs with what won't bleed from my enemies
If death is victory, how afraid of life can we be?

I'm born a war machine
Not knowing which beckon to heed
Will I rise as a tool for glory
Or be lost in dormancies?

I've regained consciousness under this swinging moon
You filled my lungs and each breath heals
This killer's wounds

There is freedom past your history
But this air won't fill my lungs
You should be breathing blood
See this death, it was your victory
So teach me to fill my lungs
To never stop breathing blood

'Cause I hear Him speaking to me
For the first time He cleared my head
That's when He said

Only cowards keep dormant sleeping strength
And soon you'll find
Only the fearless will reach their potential's peak

Only cowards keep dormant sleeping strength
And soon you'll find
Only the fearless will reach their potential's peak

Tell me if death is victory, how afraid of life can we be?
If death is victory how afraid of life can we be?