(claude s.)         You can hide your precious tears, but it   Won't get rid of all regret. all the colors   Of reform won't lend a hand when you   Decide to fall. so clear away the scars   That were left behind by things you hate.   Will you ever love again? after all the   Dirt is gone?             Wash away the dirt, let your feelings   Hurt, drive away the shame.   Be yourself again.            All this grime is just a sham, the icing   On a cake made of sand now becoming   Dust. where you came from you will   Surely go...            Wash away the dirt, let your feelings   Hurt, drive away the shame. be yourself   Again. wash away the dirt...wash away   The dirt...            Dirt words will always bind you,   Attempt to connect to the guilt that finds   You. in a time of doubt, not greed or   Hunger, do you understand the vice   You're under...? getting older, withered   And tempered, may be too late to stop   Your trembling. slide to the left side of   Your brain, listen to the kind of waves   It's sending. dirt is like a virus deep   Within you, can you see the way   It tries to twist you? lurking   Inside your head I found it,   Wrenching away at the hope you   Needed...            Find the strength, break the   Urge, return...yourself...to you...            Wash away the dirt, let your feelings   Hurt, drive away the shame. be yourself   Again. wash away the dirt...wash away   The dirt...