Breath Game

Unusual. Unusual. Unusual. Unusual. Unusual. Unusual. Coming Up for air. Everything we think is possible. What do you feel down there? Don't be so sure that it's uncomfortable. I can't swim anymore. My heart is pounding, so I'll climb up on The shore to keep from drowning. Down on the ocean floor, there's something sleeping Everything we think is possible. What do you feel down there? Don't be so sure that it's uncomfortable. We are Chaos and we are Anything but the unusual. We Chaos. I'm coming up for air. I'm coming up for air. I'm coming up for air. I'm coming up for air.