regaining consciousness under a swinging moon he speaks of alliances that beckoned me long before the womb i ve caused more wounds than i m worth i see now you must not have heard i am the natural born killer there is freedom past your history but this air won t fill my lungs you should be breathing blood see this death it was your victory so teach me to fill my lungs never stop breathing blood i had it all so very wrong but i fought i fought with only song cause i ve tried i m trying like a beast all alone my words my words have aired in poison please teach me how to breathe because this air keeps failing my need fill my lungs with what won t bleed from my enemies if death is victory how afraid of life can we be i m born a war machine not knowing which beckon to heed will i rise as a tool for glory or be lost in dormancies i ve regained consciousness under this swinging moon you filled my lungs and each breath heals this killer s wounds there is freedom past your history but this air won t fill my lungs you should be breathing blood see this death it was your victory so teach me to fill my lungs never stop breathing blood i hear him speaking to me for the first time he cleared my head that s when he said only cowards keep dormant their sleeping strength only the fearless will reach their potential s peak only cowards keep dormant their sleeping strength only the fearless will reach their potential s peak  tell me if death is victory how afraid of life can we be if death is victory how afraid of life can we be 