I was dragged around and pummeled down and pushed into the water.
　　I was vilified and mortalized.
　　This is baptism for holy daughter.
　　

　　Through my smoke-filled eyes, I recognized your smile amongst the jeering.
　　Then I knew I'd drown, I'd be swallowed down.
　　'Cos my love, you were standing there jeering.
　　

　　All I thought I knew got washed right through and naked I was left there shaking.
　　All the twisted stares and knifing snares, they cut me up into tokens for taking.
　　

　　As you circled down your malicious crowd, drew my blood into the water.
　　I would melt alone.
　　I had lost my throne.
　　Is this baptism for holy daughter?
　　

　　Not in such murky,
　　Not in such murky
　　Not in such murky water