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
[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
