Qaiser Ali Khan - Fleeting Breath lyrics

Strange is the moment of fleeting breath Writhing body, heaving chest under immense weight, Bulging eyes, protruded veins, choking voice, Every pore of the body strive for breath, Heart pounding in temples…forehead ready to burst Hollow and empty lungs mock at our vain struggle, Tongue turns woody, neck metallic and eyes gla**y, Soul wrings every fiber of our body and we are left Pale, deadly white, a pile of bony flesh.