The water rises. Now it's time to drown. We were thrown overboard, and no one offered help. Can you hear us underneath the swell? Can you hear us as we sink into this cell? A fleeting act of desperation won't do much to save us in the end. Not when no one helps or wonders why we can die and begin it all again. From the horizon the shore isn't closer. And breaths only get shorter. So much for ending things well. On the way to heaven, drop us off in hell. We'll stay here and wait awhile. But listen for my voice. Can you hear me now? I know this doesn't matter.
I know death doesn't mean a thing. So don't lie and say you care when we run out of air.