Breathe - Maggot Brain

Put in its four walls

Only a number exists

Which does not progress

Which slowly will wish more and more for death

But suddenly my conscience awakens

And I see this tiny little heartbeat

Not only the pumps of machines

I refuse to be docile sheep

I refuse to fall blindly on bended knee

I am not a number or machine

Live life proudly

My heart guide me

Take the time to stop and breathe