Lyrics:

Not what I've done,not what I've spoken Not what I've shown,not that I lied Just holding on would render me broken But weak as I am, my hands remain tied Fear of wrath,fear of pain Fear of facing what I am Fear this might leave a stain Of your blood on my hands My face is scarred,my hands unclean Can't wash away the fool I've been Murder one or suicide: Which would be the greater sin? Straining to hold each breath I'm taking A shackle that pulls,I can't set it free Not quite below,but slowly I'm breaking In saving you I would be killing me Fear of wind,fear of rain We built this house on shifting sand Fear this might leave a stain Of my own blood on my hands My face is scarred,my hands unclean Can't wash away the fool I've been Murder one or suicide: Which would be the greater sin? A wave that hits from behind me A weight that pulls from beneath A storm that blows all around me A fear inside that has bound me