A Shortness Of Breath by Young Livers Lyrics

Innate submission, supplied for attraction, as lines are to form
Only to bury and dilute this all
And as it thickens by the moment until the crest in lust, control until arrest
Into remission, some heart of this passion
Left here to linger teeming in masses and hoards of white washed notes
Searing perception, disregard for discretion
We are the fodder, disposed, in our youth we are getting old
Derived from us, in it we all drown
Without warning it will wake you from your deepest of sleep
Where you’ll be awakened from these decade long nightmares face to face
With the main objectives that were once ulterior motives
There’s an absence of breathing room whilst waking up screaming through
The shortness of breath