Devil Sold His Soul

The air stays in my lungs, the bitter taste reminds me I'm not home.
I am tired, everything fades into white.
My thoughts are in the way, my eyes are burning.
I won't say a word, this is my time, I won't break.
For all the time that I haven't been here, I'm now here, and we'll stay here forever, this is not praise.
I won't say a word.