We’re innocent… but we’ll rot in this jail forever. Each moment in this quick-sand, stirs and struggles. Struggles, struggles, to break free, struggles. Each moment, stuck in my veins cries and struggles. Struggles, struggles, It ignites every breath, flames every breath. Does not let me burn out, yet burns every breath. Each moment, each breath-
A struggle. My dream simmers in each vein, it boils and stirs to struggle. Struggles, struggles, to break free, struggles. Each dream of ours,
is a struggle. It provokes my dreams, it awakens my dreams. It doesn’t let me rest, it ignites my dreams. In each moment, in each breath-
is the Struggle. In each moment, in each breath-
is the Struggle. It’s emerging, it’s enraging, it’s bubbling- this struggle, this struggle to explode. Struggle to break free. It’s raising its head, it’s coming undone, it’s leaping forth, this struggle. To fly away. This struggle to break free. To break free, struggles.