I'll teach you how to breathe, my baby I'll teach you how to sleep, my baby You'll learn how to dream, my baby It'll make you wanna scream, my baby I'll teach you how to want to leave me I'll teach you how to break, my baby I'll teach you how to walk around, like you know the world is wrong And I want to rule the world I wanna scream, I wanna scream Oh, I wanna breathe, but how will I know? 'Cause when you look down on the world And you wanna be someone, who wants to be someone else Oh, I know there is something else And the hunter has been hunted, and the bird has been burned What's your inspiration? Is it the diseased breed? Or does it grow in the trees' weed? Or is it found in the, "please, me"'s? Oh, believe me I see the world needs something pure