I'm going under, I'm suffocating,
Drowning, but I'm holding on
What keeps me breathing?
Don't have an answer,
Drowning, but I won't let go

Away now…No way out

I've been walkin', a lonesome highway
I felt as though I had no home
My bed's been taken, by another
I made the bed, now lie alone
The World Is Divided Into Two Kinds Of People: Those Who Have Tattoos, And Those Who Are Afraid Of People With Tattoos.