Is it the air, the particles of destruction I suck up? Am I a pulse that wanes and wanes? The white sky empties of its promise This is a disease I carry home I wasn't ready I thought I could deny the consequence I wasn't ready Is it the air, the particles of destruction I suck up? Am I a pulse that wanes and wanes? The white sky empties of its promise This is a disease I carry home I wasn't ready I thought I could deny the consequence I wasn't ready I wasn't ready