I Can't Breathe (feat. R. Hell, N. Zinner, A. Wyatt, Scofferlane, Pussy

He's become his death The spark of the riots 
That's the way he's blessed 
To stay alive.

It never leads to an end 
It's never getting quiet
If it's unfair, my friend,
Make up your mind

It's getting dark in New York city 
It's getting dark in New York city
It's getting tight in New York city 
I need to catch my breath

You know this world of hate 
You know this stubborn light 
They're in the prayers you pray 
Late at night

We're only half way down
Who dares to take a breath?
Some fairness might be found
From ashes of his death.

Eric Garner's last words (read by Richard Hell):

Get away [garbled] for what? Every time you see me, you want to mess with me. I'm tired of it. It stops today. Why would you...? Everyone standing here will tell you I didn't do nothing. I did not sell nothing. Because everytime you see me, you want to harass me. You want to stop me [garbled] Selling cigarettes. I'm minding my business, officer, I'm minding my business. Please just leave me alone. I told you the last time, please just leave me alone. please please, don't touch me. Do not touch me. [garbled] I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe.