Hold Yer Breath

There ain't no pressure than being heavier

Than the stuff you're swimmin' in

Inhale and you taste what it is

Exhale, and you sink to equilibrate

With the bottom feeders who wish you the worst

That's life, I'm 'fraid

Sink or swim

But swimmin' ain't nice

'Cause the rest of 'em are grabbing you

To push you down

And down

That's strife I'm 'fraid

Sometimes you have help

To sink or swim

Sometimes they help

But then change their minds

It goes both ways

That's the midwife, I'm 'fraid

What is this tripe in which I swim

Sink or float in false reassurance

Climbing to the top is misunderstood

It just tells you how far down you can go

Where you might just belong

That's hanging by the blade of the knife