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