These lungs, they can't sustain
On the stale air with which they're strained
The crack under the door won't let in
The amount I need of oxygen
Can you turn on the fan?
I just want something to cut this suffocating state of static tension.
Even the strongest throat would close up
In such a situation.

Tonight I'll either lay on the floor
And watch the blades spin life back into us
Or slowly shut down in response to a lack of motivation.

Can you turn the fan on?