| Setting sail from a crushed rooftop |
| Fathoms deep, shallow as a raindrop |
| Attempt to feel 20/20 now |
| React like gasoline cornered by a house fire |
| You can’t come clean |
| You can’t come clean |
| You can’t come clean |
| Beneath the tides of the washout |
| Beneath the tides of the washout |
| Cut from the filthy cloth |
| A sucking wound left in our chests |
| Being burned around the heart |
| The boil under your flesh |
| Hidden at home |
| Chasing a tucked tail now |
| Acting on the instinct |
| Of self haphazard yet |
| You can’t come clean |
| You can’t come clean |
| You can’t come clean |
| Beneath the tides of the washout |
| Beneath the tides of the washout |
| Beneath the tides of the washout |
| Oh |
| The shaving down in milligrams |
| With a gun in your hand |
| Directionless memories |
| Of combat on your head |
| Rain can’t soak what is not there |
| Rain can’t soak what is not there |
| Rain can’t soak what is not there |
| The first thrill demands another |
| Consequence, the trigger of the operative |
| Playing russain roulette with a full chamber |
| Miserable outcome, one and the same |
| You can’t come clean |
| You can’t come clean |
| You can’t come clean |
| You can’t come clean |
| You can’t come clean |
| Beneath the tides of the washout |
| You can’t come clean |
| Beneath the tides of the washout |
| You can’t come clean |
| Beneath the tides of the washout |
| You can’t come clean |
| Beneath the tides of the washout |
| It’ll wash out |
| Give it time to wash out |
| It’ll wash out |
| Give it time to wash out |
| You’ll never be clean |
| But given time, you will wash out |