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   This air won't fill my lungs   Because you should be breathing blood   See this death, it was your victory   So teach me to fill my lungs   To never stop breathing blood      But 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   'Cause this air is 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   To never stop breathing blood      'Cause I hear Him speaking to me   For the first time He cleared my head   That's when He said      Only cowards keep dormant sleeping strength   And soon you'll find   Only the fearless will reach their potential's peak      Only cowards keep dormant sleeping strength   And soon you'll find   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?