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 instruction Full rule 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 A 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 (everything)