• Charge, into the limelight,
    Time's the healer, of broken glass,
    We have not experienced the truth,
    The verdict is cold and so old.

    Wash away, the collection,
    Of things, that make you mine,
    Wash away, the collection,
    Of things that have no...
    Say.

    I am one of many martyrs,
    Bending the truth, over seas,
    Of life, that has no direction,
    In death, you're my alibi.

    Wash away, the collection,
    Of things, that make you mine,
    Wash away, the collection,
    Of things that have no...
    Say.

    Essence, is a powerful force,
    The seed that you seek,
    The weed, that we frame,
    In all of our drained eyes.

    Wash away, the collection,
    Of things, that make you mine,
    Wash away, the collection,
    Of things that have no...
    Say.

    You and I must;
    Go on to your sins;
    Because they said;
    You and I...
    Can't win. (Repeated)