I guess I’m not okay
I’m treading water here, deep oceans
Thousands of feet below me is a dark world

With horrible fish that eat their weak
I am too soft
My flesh peels and shreds
The lost of hope and the rows of teeth
And dangling lures and lidless eyes

I look up to see the surface rise
My skull crumbles under the waters weight
As I drop into the cold, the stagnate layers
My limbs become fins and I’m turned a coelacanth among the…

The horrible fish that eat their weak
I am too soft
My flesh peels and shreds
The lost of hope and the rows of teeth
And dangling lures and lidless eyes (x2)

Oh, we’re the refugees
Who couldn’t stop with it
Though we would, we would, we would

Oh, we’re the refugees
Who couldn’t stop with it
Though we would, we would, if we could

Though we would, we would, if we could



Lyrics submitted by DeathOnTwoLegs, edited by batpunchpr

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