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 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

You can't come clean

Beneath the tides of the washout

Beneath the tides of the washout

Beneath the tides of the washout

The shaving down, the shaving down, the shaving 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

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