Setting sail, from a crushed rooftop
Fathoms deep, shallow as a rain drop
Attempt to feel, 20/20 now
React like gasoline, cornered by a house fire

You can't come clean...
Beneath the tides of the washout...

Cut from the filthy cloth,
a sucking wound left in our chest
Being burned around the heart, the boil under your flesh
Hidden at home, chasing the tuck tail now
Acting on the instinct, of self haphazard yet

You can't come clean...
Beneath the tides of the washout...

THE SHAVING DOWN
IN MILLIGRAMS, WITH A GUN YOUR HAND
DIRECTIONLESS
MEMORIES, OF COMBAT ON YOUR HEAD

RAIN CAN'T SOAK WHAT IS NOT THERE...

The first thrill, demands another
Consequence, the trigger of the operative
Playing russian roulette, with a full chamber
Miserable outcome, one and he same

You can't come clean...
Beneath the tides of the washout...
in the wash out...
Beneath the tides of the washout...

YOU COULDN'T EVER COME CLEAN...
beneath the tides of the washout...

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