I've been burning
And dousing the flames
I feel the whiplash
Of the backlash on my face
I melt to sleep at night
But I wake to trip the day

Never for you never for me
Would I kiss your feet of clay
I'm still alive and so should I
Soak up the wave [bad word] 
I the victim of youth
Is this the [bad word] Why don't you tell me
Why don't you tell me

There's no conscience
In charity or shame
The voice deceive me
But believe me its the same
I see the black in white
And the colour in the gray

Better for me better for you
Gonna bleach it all away
I'm still alive and so should I
Soak up the wave [bad word] 
I see the scars, I hear the lies
So what's the [bad word] Why don't you tell me