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 you can t come clean beneath the tides of the washout beneath the tides of the washout cut from a 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 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 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 it ll wash out beneath the tide of the washout it ll wash out beneath the tides of the washout you could never come clean beneath the tides of the washout 