View From The Surface - Sick Of It All

Floating, but gasping for a breath

Paying through the nose for every bit of air

Strapped and bleak

Where’s the feast in feast or famine

Strapped and bleak

Who stole the peak

From the valley

When’s it coming next

When’s the next respite

The next deep breath

Strapped and bleak

Where’s the feast in feast or famine

Where’d it go

There’s not a lot to go around

There’s just the hope for next time

Yeah right

So here’s the ration, make it last

Don’t be surprised if it disappears fast

Too fast

It’s the view from the surface

Not above and not below

It’s great not to worry

It’s great to fake it for another day

It’s great not to worry

But that would mean breathing

Easy once again, again

Don’t count on it again

Or on anything

Strapped and bleak

Where’s the feast in feast or famine

Strapped and bleak

Who stole the peak

Where’d it go