Atop the Land of Diamonds/To Swim or not to Swim
By Candy Cain
I'm tired like a labrat spinning over water when the hazmats cover every
My gas tank's spilling and my heartbeats building and I'd hardly call this dry land anymore
and the fire and the snowing has my tires spinning slowly and I close my eyes to make it go away
I'm tired like a labrat spinning over water and I don't know if I'm gonna be okay.