| Not what I've done,not what | |
| I've spoken | |
| Not what I've shown,not that | |
| I lied Just holding on would render me broken | |
| But weak as | |
| I am, my hands remain tied | |
| Fear of wrath,fear of pain | |
| Fear of facing what | |
| I am Fear this might leave a stain | |
| Of your blood on my hands | |
| My face is scarred,my hands unclean | |
| Can't wash away the fool | |
| I've been | |
| Murder one or suicide: | |
| Which would be the greater sin? | |
| Straining to hold each breath | |
| I'm taking | |
| A shackle that pulls, | |
| I can't set it free | |
| Not quite below,but slowly | |
| I'm breaking | |
| In saving you | |
| I would be killing me | |
| Fear of wind,fear of rain | |
| We built this house on shifting sand | |
| Fear this might leave a stain | |
| Of my own blood on my hands | |
| My face is scarred,my hands unclean | |
| Can't wash away the fool | |
| I've been | |
| Murder one or suicide: | |
| Which would be the greater sin? | |
| A wave that hits from behind me | |
| A weight that pulls from beneath | |
| A storm that blows all around me | |
| A fear inside that has bound me [Music: T.Leonard,D.Ott,P.Craddick] [Lyrics: T.Leonard] |