We are below;

It's so hard to walk on water when all the sea-urchins pull you down.
Those that look down on you-on me, we are below. I hear them laugh as we're crowing and moaning with every stab in the back.
Such an unexpected turn, you've taken a detour to what's below.
Your eyes swell and your throats croak dry. Don't you spew your prayers at me, you'll crawl alone and die.
Burn, the passengers burn as I exit the crowd.
What a bitter-sweet world this is, I know God tried. He sips on his glass of flaws, and ignores the apple of his eye.