Beneath the Tides

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 s*cking would 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 You can't come clean Beneath the tides of the washout Beneath the tides of the washout Beneath the tides of the washout The saving down, the saving down, the saving down In milligrams with a gun in your hand Directionless, 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 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 the same want to know 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) In the washout Beneath the tides of the washout In the washout Beneath the tides of the washout You couldn't ever come clean Beneath the tides of the washout, washout