Sin of Breathing

[musical lullaby opening] [opening] Splash pepper in my eyes, salt on my wounds. You're a piece of work, Treat me badly, just like you do. [chorus] You're a masochist, that's what I need. To punish me for the sin of breathing. Someday I'll find the remedy, For living with these guilty memories. [verse] Been burned at life, rife with strife. Bullied at the bleachers, bullied by the teachers. Facing trauma deep, Something I get to keep. [chorus] You're a masochist, that's what I need. To punish me for the sin of breathing. Someday I'll find the remedy, For living with these guilty memories. [Bridge] My brain lives with constant lag, afraid of the words that could be publicized. Subliminal messaging of fear and loathing, She breaks me down, Woven to be chosen. [soft, drawn out music] [Bridge] Runt of the litter, a pedigree of trash. Hold me like a baby bird, tell me everything's alright. She breaks me down, woven to be chosen. [chorus] You're a masochist, that's what I need. To punish me for the sin of breathing. Someday I'll find the remedy, For living with these guilty memories. [closing] Season me my pretty, like an autumn scrapbook collage, Then cover me in powder, cover me deep, Cover me in powder, make me the opposite of speed.