Exhale... Inhale... Now breathe. I need you to inhale and breathe, breathe... Breathings what you need, need... Deep breath like nothing left, show steps, stepping, get stepped, step left. Ya... Now breathe... Passions passion burns, fire felt with feeling that learns. Colored flames that live within emerge. Too many chains to count, what’s the amount? Slave trade for what’s been made. Catching a fade to wake, awoken but broke, forsaken, mistakes mixed with emotions loosened, and proven wrong by right doing. Breathe... Inhale... Exhale... Whewww... Shit gets heavy, secrets shift as if truths missed. Expectations of not blessed like the shoe fits. Wear it, I wore it. Stained imprints, like a face lift. Inhale... 1... 2... 3... Exhale... 1... 2... 3... Shots to the chest, struggle for breath. Promises breakthrough what lies without rest. Restricted respirations ventilate air, as it moves through carelessly... looking to what’s actually there. Tell ’em it’s okay. Look at me. Follow my lead. Simple... look at what’s next. Hallways with routine routes, choices to make acted out. Specific scenes to scenario’s, synchronized images saturated. In character silence... screams whisper aloud... Trauma bonds that were formed once before. A lifetime of memories... shattered... Scattered across the sky as stars. Moments of now that matter. Bicycles with summer days and nights. Hide and seek games being played under Indiana streetlights. Inhale... 1... 2... 3... Exhale... 1... 2... 3... Stripped and skinned alive... Whether dead, something simply seems more in mind, more in heart... full of Love... unconditionally complete. Ego fed... laid to bed... Thoughtaholic thoughts felt and said... Inhale... Exhale... Original lyrics by THOUGHTAHOLIC (@d13ov04). Sound and production by THOUGHTAHOLIC & TENGÜRA. © 2026 THOUGHTAHOLIC & TENGÜRA | An Indiana-Istanbul collaboration.
