A crunchy ditty that is straight forward (maybe a little dragged out) and comes off as a basic but awkward tune.
Music: Brad Jones - Jimmy Bell and Jon Frugia
Lyrics: Terry Anderson
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We are the damned - to far adrift - no help from man - pulled under icy grip!
Under - far beneath the waves of the imagination.
I will not be denied my moment of clarity.
My life is sinking, sinking sinking.
My head is swimming, swimming, swimming.
I will not be denied my moment.
My life is sinking, sinking sinking.
My head is swimming, swimming, swimming.
Where is the light? - It has burned down - non left for life - screams give no sound.
Lungs feel to burst - few stay aloft - fresh bait to feed - strange beasts below.
Far below - far beneath the waves of your imagination.
I will not be denied my moment of clarity.
My life is sinking, sinking sinking.
My head is swimming, swimming, swimming.
I will not be denied my moment.
My life is sinking, sinking sinking.
My head is swimming, swimming, swimming.
Sink or Swim!! Sink or Swim! Sink or Swim! Sink or Swim!
We are the damned - to far adrift - no help from man - pulled under icy grip!
Where is the light? - It has burned down - non left for life - screams give no sound.
No sound - Aauughh!
Sink or Swim! Sink or Swim! Sink or Swim! Sink or Swim!
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