作词 : 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