Buoyancy Test

God there is no oxygen in here Even the lamp can't breath In and out flicker flicker We are waiting to be unplugged I want gills No more pescetarians No half measures Plenty of Fish Plenty of water I want a light that dangles from the top of my forehead Guiding me from room to room A beacon An amazing appendage Can't unplug that one Why not gills Why not scales Why not a used by date I could use a use by date Unplugged by the deadline God there is no oxygen in here Plenty of water Will all this sink to the bottom? I wouldn't mind a buoyancy test Could always graft styrofoam to the skin A human pool noodle I'm sure we would still sink out of spite At least we've got that light Is this sweat or moisture in which we are totally covered ? Fear in the air or fear in the body?