[Chorus:]
If I could breathe, I'd be free
And I'd get high, I'd turn water to wine
If I could be, I'd breathe free at last
And I'd get high, I'd get so high
I'd get so high if I could breathe…
[Verse 1:]
Factors of nine, reduced over time.
Chasing them primes, and counting rhymes.
Facing the east, bread without yeast.
Blind faith in the priests, and fear of some beast.
Breaking of bread, eating the dead.
Bowing my head, Gold out of Lead.
Wearing the veil, seeking the Grail.
Wall where you wail, and musical scales.
Candles are burned, incantations are learned.
Ashes in urns, and prophets return.
Adam and Eve, three days to grieve.
Stoned if you don't believe, only fuck to conceive.
[Pre-Chorus:]
But it's so hard to sign my own surrender,
So hard to do what I've intended,
So hard to leave what I've defended,
So hard to separate what's blended.
So hard to sign my own surrender,
So hard to do what I've intended,
So hard to leave what I've defended,
So hard to separate what's blended.
[Chorus:]
If I could breathe, I'd be free
And I'd get high, I'd turn water to wine
If I could be, I'd breathe free at last
And I'd get high, I'd get so high
I'd get so high
If I could breathe, I'd be free
And I'd get high, I'd turn water to wine
If I could be, I'd breathe free at last
And I'd get high, I'd get so high
I'd get so high, if I could breathe.
[Verse 2:]
Five sided stars, buried or burnt to a char.
Fashion is law, and nailing trinkets to doors.
One hundred and eight, commanded to procreate.
Fasting for forty days, and death if you desecrate.
Two Thousand and Twelve, ringing bells.
Nine circles of hell, division by three
And seven, you see…
Repeat, repeat after me, repetition is key.
Repeat after me, repetition is key.
Repeat after me, repetition is key.
Repeat after me, repetition is key.
Repeat after me, repetition…
[Pre-Chorus:]
It's so hard to sign my own surrender,
So hard to do what I've intended,
So hard to leave what I've defended,
So hard to separate what's blended.
So hard to sign my own surrender,
So hard to do what I've intended,
So hard to leave what I've defended,
So hard to separate what's blended.
[Chorus:]
If I could breathe, I'd be free
And I'd get high, I'd get so high
I'd get so high
If I could breathe, I'd be free
And I'd get high, I'd turn water to wine
If I could be, I'd breathe free at last
And I'd get high, I'd get so high
I'd get so high
If I could breathe, I'd be free
And I'd get high, I'd turn water to wine
If I could be, I'd breathe free at last
And I'd get high, I'd get so high
I'd get so high if I could breathe…