Akala – One More Breath Lyrics
Lyrics
Verse 1
- What is this thing I see
- This silly little thing called me
- This skin, this hair, this flesh
- This brain, this pain, this mess
- What;s life? A game played with two plain dice?
- When the shell dies, does the soul fly?
- Hellfire, does the flame fry?
- Is this the audition, brief intermission for something much grander
- Get a bigger piece of pie, great show in the sky
- Or is that just propaganda?
- That they selling me, telling me soul with evidence
- But intelligence, slowers development
- We that think that we know we're not reverent
- But we don't even yet know if we're relevant
Hook
- One more pause, one more breath
- One more pause, one more breath
- Is this all that there is
- If it is, I wish I could give
- One more pause, one more breath
- We could never know, if we're ever next
- Everytime I think I know, I stop and ask myself
Verse 2
- What is this thing I see
- This silly little thing called we
- This brain, this pain, this flesh
- These trains, these planes, what's next?
- Yes, we're gonna beget technology
- But the majority, escaping poverty
- No, I don't think that we can
- Cause we still think that we got the plan and,
- By judging a man by just what's in his hands
- Or his land, or his tan and just cause we can
- Pause, take a breath
- Realise that none of us know what is next
- See your code of address or the code of your dress
- We all still use that same hole for our breath
- Playing the game but there's never a Ref
- And you can't take it with you if ever you left
Hook
- One more pause, one more breath
- One more pause, one more breath
- Is this all that there is
- If it is, I wish I could give
- One more pause, one more breath
- We could never know, if we're ever next
- Everytime I think I know, I stop and ask myself
Verse 3
- What is this thing I see
- Who could ever know, what we're gonna be
- Are we elevating our meditation
- Or detonating through self-preservation
- Generation television's raising
- Yet we're complaining about how they're behaving
- Washing our hands or just bathing with satan
- Yet with all that said, that's just what you make it
- Pause, take what is naturally given
- Because actually there is no tax on our living
- It's a fact though it's naturally hidden
- Like I'm just an actual assassin on riddem
- The adrenaline, we're rememberin'
- Our December is cold as it's ever been
- Fighting our best, but the victory we revel in
- Fighting our brethren, how could we ever win?
Hook
- One more pause, one more breath
- One more pause, one more breath
- Is this all that there is
- If it is, I wish I could give
- One more pause, one more breath
- We could never know, if we're ever next
- Everytime I think I know, I stop and ask myself