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 beneath the tides of the washout
Beneath the tides of the washout
Cut from the filthy cloth
A sucking wound left
In our chest
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 beneath the tides of the washout
Beneath the tides of the washout
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...
The first thrill
Demands another
Consequence
The trigger of the operative
Playing Russian roulette with a full chamber
Miserable out come
One and the same
You can't come clean beneath the tides of the washout
Beneath the tides of the washout
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