I thought I'd seen hell    Thought I knew it all    Now I know too well    Hell is to wake up    But it makes all the difference       Tasting the tears in my mouth    Taking the weight on my shoulders    The hours and days of your life    Don't necessarily make you older       I'm sick of running away    Along these bloody streets    I'm sick of predators and prey    Of being everybody's end!       I've washed my hands of your blood    Thought it would leave me clean    But with time on my hands    It turned to mud forming this crust of sin       Now - to be truly free    I'll let it come to me    So -break me if you must    When you break this crust    Freedom is to see       Hear this voice, see this man    Standing before you I'm just a child    Just a man learning to yield       I hate these hands soaked in blood    I hate what these eyes have seen    Up to my knees in filth and mud    How it hurts to become clean       I was always on my mind    But never on my side    Run - but if you run away    You'll always have to hide    So if you need to run    Run for help!