What are you gonna do when your heads underwater?
What are you gonna do when your mind, the demons fodder?
You're going insane inside that mind.
The voices telling you you're falling behind.
What are you gonna do when your nothing but a slogger?
What are you gonna do when you leave your mother?
You're going loco, not so kind.
You're not past your prime.
How about you put your worries and feelings in a rhyme?
How about intime you can be sublime.