Done With Funk

Drive down, deep enough where you can't hear any sound
You locked yourself inside yourself and you never came out
Pulled yourself out of the ocean
Traded your gills and fins for feet
At best you barely make through the motions
It's obvious upright isn't a perfect way to be

So sink, just sink
See what underneath
The upper air is poisonous
The bottom is where you breath
So sink, just sink
You've seen all you can see
The land is full of famine
And the bottoms where you feed

Slow death, you're choking on the slow breath
Going over the moment
You split for the land and abandoned the sea
You were living in the moment
Fins or feet? Fins or Feet?
You can't have both, you're just too broken
And we're to tired of hoping you'll find the right place to be

So sink, just sink
See what underneath
The upper air is poisonous
The bottom is where you breath
So sink, just sink
You've seen all you can see
Sink like a fucking stone
The bottoms where you're free