No, we’re not

Every one meets a moment,

Where he is in a hole,

Where he cannot be rescued.

And it is then we say it's gonna be alright.

Alright, all right.

How can we be?

How could this rusty knife,

Protect us from the bear?

How could this rubber lifeboat,

Fare against the waves?

How could this heart, and bone,

Not simply give in?

Because there is nothing else for it.

It doesn't add up, this chance,

It doesn't really find us safety.

But, this world is huge and terrible,

And like orchid seeds,

Like spider babies,

Like sperm,

We stand litte hope,

But we're gonna be alright,

Because little is greater than zero.

So, no. We're not gonna be alright.

All right, is not a possibility.

We'll be battered, broken, hurting,

But we have a chance to live past the pain.

So we're gonna be somewhat able,

We are gonna be a bit alive.

And the math can go stuff itself.