I fought who I am inside 
Until I wanted, I wanted to die 
Instead of finding balance I found hatred 
Consumed by failures and ignoring my own strengths 
Pushed out to sea without learning to swim 
Or stranded in the desert with no lungs to breathe 

With no lungs to breathe 
I had almost lost everything 

How can I be expected to readily be content 
With a view of life that has rejected 
The basis of what has helped me to survive? 
And replaced them with precepts 
Rather than [bad word] 
 [bad word] is an illusion (illusion) 
All I can do is contain selfishness 
And unveil what little power we may have 

With no lungs to breathe 
I had almost lost everything (everything) 

Tearing away my flesh before taking 
The time to understand it 
miracle may not be the answer 
(tearing away my flesh) 
When anchoring first on what I have 
(before taking the time to understand it) 
The ability to change 

Like being stranded in the desert 
With no lungs to breathe 

With no lungs to breathe 
I had almost lost everything (everthing)