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