Like a song that's been sung before this seems all too familiar but strangely distinct
This time it's every man for himself, nature's harshest reality
Held under water, can we help each other?
Or is it too late?
Gasping for air, lungs filled with water
Is it over? is it too late? i never meant to hurt you, so delicate, so innocent, so sweet
Now i'm dealing with the guilt, the consequences of our independence game. held under water, can we help each other?
Or is it too late?
Gasping for air, lungs filled with water. is it over?
Is it too late?