I can't breathe from underneath
All this weight atop of me
And with every step I take
Fractures slowly turn to breaks

I'm on a match-lit mission through a path of gas
I'm like elastic getting stretched past the max
so when I snap it's coming back lashing fast
Call it my last ditch effort 'cause I'm apt to crash
And in the aftermath and the ashes
we can add this one to a rash of past hits
In fact it's a pattern that I've had since I practically
asphyxiated when the first attack hit
Like a mime trapped in glass it's
an invisible prison so you just keep on laughing
But I'm gasping for help, can't seem to ask it
So you assume the silence is a part of the act
But actually I'm past trying to wrap this madness
in a rational package but the fact is the blackness
Hangs over me every night, ready to latch its
fucking hooks in and drain me. How's that for batshit?

(chorus)
I can't breathe from underneath
- It's hard to draw breath, unrest in the depths of my chest with
All this weight atop of me
- On my chest and shoulders, my resolve at its best just smolders,
- I'm folding and
And with every breath I take
- Coming in shallow and sharp until my vision starts
- filling in dark killing my heart these
fractures slowly turn to breaks
- 'Til my back can't hold up, 'til I snap, crack, and fold up

It's hard to stay sane my chest is full of this pain like
now everything is balanced on the blade of that same knife
that left me sort of mangled when I sliced my veins right
open sort of hoping I could cope with that pain, right?
And ain't life funny, the second you think
You've got your key to happiness and all the rest will just clink
right into place like it's supposed to, take a breath and you blink
and the death of you is back to take the rest of you
Sink into the destitute thoughts, the mess that you thought were forgotten
Pressing you softly into your coffin, knotting
up your stomach tighter than a step that you missed
fucking suffocating like a pillow pressed to your lips
This depression is pressing my chest, compressing and lessening breaths
and second by second a little less of my essence is left
So these screams that I stifle at night
are 'cause every night I fight for my life and it's kind of like...

(chorus)
I can't breathe from underneath
- It's hard to draw breath, unrest in the depths of my chest with
All this weight atop of me
- On my chest and shoulders, my resolve at its best just smolders,
- I'm folding and
And with every breath I take
- Coming in shallow and sharp until my vision starts
- filling in dark killing my heart these
fractures slowly turn to breaks
- 'Til my back can't hold up, 'til I snap, crack, and fold up