in the undertow of a muddy river's ebb and flow is a hand that will not let go the current is strong the river is deep in the afterglow of the fire that tore through the room below someone calls through the smoke " all you can do is try to breathe to breathe to breathe to breathe" when the road is steep and the ground gives way beneath your feet it's the last place you want to be the air here is thin you must try to breathe to breathe to breathe to breathe in the undertow of a muddy river's ebb and flow is a hand that will not let you go that belongs to someone like me who's holding your head and helping you breathe to breathe to breathe to breathe you need to be free you need to be free