I Still Breathe
Six by nine of poured cement
Counting every hour spent
A slot of gray above my head
Trading tomorrow for stale dry bread (hmm)
The heavy steel begins to groan
Another day carved in the stone
These iron bars don't take my mind They keep the body locked
behind
You can chain my hands in rust
Turn my daylight into dust
Still I breathe (oh I still breathe)
Boot heels pacing down the tier
Trading contraband and fear
Names are scratched into
the paint
Every sinner, every saint (yeah)
The heavy steel begins to groan
Another day carved in the stone
These iron bars don't take my mind They keep the body locked
behind
You can chain my hands in rust
Turn my daylight into dust Still I breathe
(I'm still alive)
Still I breathe
(still I breathe)
These iron bars won't take
my
mind