Lyrics:

I thought I'd seen hell

Thought I knew it all

Now I know too well

Hell is to wake up

But it makes all the difference



Tasting the tears in my mouth

Taking the weight on my shoulders

The hours and days of your life

Don't necessarily make you older



I'm sick of running away

Along these bloody streets

I'm sick of predators and prey

Of being everybody's end!



I've washed my hands of your blood

Thought it would leave me clean

But with time on my hands

It turned to mud forming this crust of sin



Now - to be truly free

I'll let it come to me

So -break me if you must

When you break this crust

Freedom is to see



Hear this voice, see this man

Standing before you I'm just a child

Just a man learning to yield



I hate these hands soaked in blood

I hate what these eyes have seen

Up to my knees in filth and mud

How it hurts to become clean



I was always on my mind

But never on my side

Run - but if you run away

You'll always have to hide

So if you need to run

Run for help!