suffocation devours my mind
suffocation makes death look kind
suffocation steals my soul
suffocation makes me loose control
suffocation clouds my heart
suffocation makes me start,
makes me start wishing
that freedom was my blessing
makes me start hoping
that this 'disease' will stop groping
trying to find something
in which it can cling
but I'm evading its grasp
until my hope unhooks its clasp
I will dodge suffocation
with my power of evasion
I conquer the world
but, alas, I cannot save myself