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
Beneath the tides of the washout
Beneath the tides of the washout
Beneath the tides of the washout
Oh

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
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 russain 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
You can't come clean
Beneath the tides of the washout

It'll wash out
Give it time to wash out
It'll wash out
Give it time to wash out

You'll never be clean
But given time, you will wash out