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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 sealit camp 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 From Letras Mania