You've got your motive you set the scene 
So how about another taste or would you like to remind me why we're here 
As I walk to the water to cleanse off the blood on my hands 
The weight of this crime leaves a stain in the sand 
I hope new [bad word] to wash me clean for good 

You know that I fought with many and I won for some 
We stared at ourselves 'til our breaking point 
We wear our [bad word] like watermarks 
The life and the death of the wild at heart 

This empty bottle, this busted hand, highlights mistakes of a broken man 
He won't speak up, no he [bad word] out of his hole 
We were lead to believe that the langauge of love was god 
So few were forgiven 
I'll lead a march to the wall and we'll pull it down so we can rebuild it 

I fought with many and I won for some 
We stared at ourselves 'til our breaking point 
We wear our [bad word] like watermarks 
The life and the death of the wild at heart