I guess I’m not okaynI’m treading water here, deep oceansnThousands of feet below me is a dark worldnnWith horrible fish that eat their weaknI am too softnMy flesh peels and shredsnThe lost of hope and the rows of teethnAnd dangling lures and lidless eyesnnI look up to see the surface risenMy skull crumbles under the waters weightnAs I drop into the cold, the stagnate layers nMy limbs become fins and I’m turned a coelacanth among the…nnThe horrible fish that eat their weaknI am too softnMy flesh peels and shredsnThe lost of hope and the rows of teethnAnd dangling lures and lidless eyes (x2)nnOh, we’re the refugees nWho couldn’t stop with it nThough we would, we would, we wouldnnOh, we’re the refugees nWho couldn’t stop with it nThough we would, we would, if we couldnnThough we would, we would, if we couldn