All my life

What i mistook for friendly pats on the back

Were really the hands that pushed me further and further down

The more i struggle, the less i achieve

Deep, chlorine breath

Minutes bleed into hours, bleed into days

Something keeps me in this disinfected womb









We see things differently in daylight, i suppose

I mean, everything is an excuse for something

But my conscience is intact

I can deny everything

I'm waving into blind eyes