A Broken Silence - The Good Die Young

Lifeless… relying on your lungs
I was relying on you...

I hear your voice, it's haunting me from the grave, captivating my thoughts and I become a slave
I hear your voice, it's haunting me from the grave, telling me just to “live like there’s one more day”…
(The good die young)

[Bridge]
I breathe in deeper than I’ve ever known, I’m a slave to everyone, I’m a slave to everyone
I breathe in deeper than I’ve ever known…
I’m a slave to everyone