| [01:54.22] | All my life |
| [01:55.29] | What I mistook for friendly pats on the back |
| [01:58.45] | Were really the hands that pushed me further and further down |
| [02:02.76] | The more I struggle, the less I achieve |
| [02:07.44] | Deep, chlorine breath |
| [02:10.22] | Minutes bleed into hours, bleed into days |
| [02:13.73] | Something keeps me in this disinfected womb |
| [02:18.01] | |
| [02:19.17] | We see things differently in daylight, I suppose |
| [02:22.82] | I mean, everything is an excuse for something |
| [02:25.76] | But my conscience is intact |
| [02:28.58] | I can deny everything |
| [02:31.40] | I'm waving into blind eyes |