And if I could swim, I'd swim out to you in the ocean, swim out to where you were floating in the dark. And if was blessed, I walk on the water you're breathing, to lend you some air for that heaving sunken chest. 'Cause they chose you as the model for their empty little dreams. With your new head and your legs spread, like a filthy magazine. And they hunt you and they gut you and you give in.

A Walk Through Hell by Say Anything