With Devils

One at a time we're taking a bow.
 I feel as though there is someone else here; poisoning us from the inside out.
 I see no future, only here and now.
 Each passing moment-a lifetime.
 Why can't breathing just be easy-even when you're on your way out?
 I am falling short of white blood cells.
 My count is down-my time is up.
 There is weight on my chest, a push of air from the lips.
 Straining to sleep must be like begging for your life.
 One at a time we're taking a bow.
 It looks like we have been followed.
 I thought I said to come alone.
 I can see less of myself now, and more of what's replaced me. (I am) conscious of the cessation of life.
 Why can't breathing just be easy-even when you're on your way out?
 I am falling short of white blood cells.
 My count is down-my time is up.
 I have dropped off the face of the earth.
 The birds of prey-they are awake (they are awake).
 The birds of prey-they are awake (they have been feasting on us for days).
 The birds of prey-they are awake (they are awake).
 The birds of prey-they are awake