like a song that's been sung before this seems all too familiar but strangely distinct. nthis time it's every man for himself, nature's harshest reality. nheld under water, can we help each other? or is it too late? ngasping for air, lungs filled with water. is it over? is it too late? ni never meant to hurt you, so delicate, so innocent, so sweet. nnow i'm dealing with the guilt, the consequences of our independence game. nheld under water, can we help each other? or is it too late? ngasping for air, lungs filled with water. is it over? nis it too late?