Setting sail from a crushed rooftop fathoms deep shallow as a raindrop attempts to feel 20/20 now react like gasoline cornered by a house fire You can't come clean 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 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 ...