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