To Open Closed Doors - D.R.I.

Swimming through black Vaseline

Is my existence 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

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