Swimming through black vasaline
Is my existance just a dream?
Can not tell which way is up
What's below or what's above
Fighting for a breath of air
I breath in but it's not there
So as my world melts away

I pray (uma porrada de vezes)

That I will be OK someday
And may I not stay this way
Then after that I take some more
Hoping that will open the door

But the door is locked
From the outside