If I were an alien from another world Been circling this blue rock for a while Watching all the tiny glowing lights Counting every soul, and mapping every mile If you asked me “What are your impressions?” I’d say it calmly In two directions There’s a thin layer over everything And I’m not talking smoke in the sky It’s like a fat glove over your breathing A firm hand over your eyes It only works on the hearts that let it That’s their trick you don’t get yet For the ones who see the strings and mirrors It can’t command a single thing So don’t hold your breath Don’t hold your breath (hey) I see it using language like a lasso Cheap parlor tricks dressed up as truth Cards up every sleeve from every channel Selling fear like candy to the youth But some of you Walk right through the curtain Clear as day Calm and certain There’s a thin layer over everything And I’m not talking dust in the air It loves to bend thought and emotion Push doubt in your little prayer It only works on the souls that trust it That’s the part they all forget It will take an open mind to release To separate, move past without regret So don’t hold your breath Don’t hold your breath (oh no) I hover in the dark, and I wonder Why do you bow to a whisper When the ones who look straight through the thunder Walk free as if nothing’s there If I land If I speak Will you hear me? Or just a whisper in your mind instead? There’s a thin layer over everything But it fades when you stand up straight When you call their pressure fiction When you choose your own faith Your own pace It only works on the ones who doubt themselves But you’re stronger than that net If you can see it all You’re breathing They can’t control what you do next So don’t hold your breath Don’t hold your breath (breathe in, breathe out) Don’t hold your breath Copyright © 2026 by The November Son. All rights reserved.
