I Breathe Without Access To Air — Peccatum

The wind escapes The present of mine Leaving stillness behind "The state of suffocation - of suffocation" I breathe without Access to air

There is no option There is no freedom When abandoned in The state of manifestation

Once more and once again My lungs are receiving The air which nothing brings "The state of starvation - of starvation" Forcing me to strangle From within