Submarine Feeder

Riding on the carousel of pain
And my mind is playing tricks again
But it's so hard now to pretend
Find the words in my defence

We, we got out in a submarine heading south
So that we could get out
Of the rat race

From the bottom to the top
Raised to the surface from the dark
Some nights we cried ourselves to sleep
When we lived amongst the trolls and freaks

We, we got out In a submarine heading south
So that we could get out
Of the rat race

That feeling when I held you in my arms
As wе sailed away
The sorrow and the poison in our livеs
Nothing left to break

It's alright
We're gonna make it alright
So hold tight
Or it all remains the same
It's alright
We're gonna make it alright
So hold tight
Or it all remains the same
Same
If we hold on