Past crimes, crossed lines
Broken clocks don't count time as it slips away
Feeling trapped in your own skin
And now the water's coming
Never run this far
Deny or admit
You never washed those hands clean
Cause I know everything
It crawls under my skin
And now the end of all that's good
Everything good

Every promise that you broke me
Stains on ground or rose though
Water's rising in your skin and now your faith is well and gone
And you're drowning

Deny or admit
You never washed those hands clean
Cause I know everything
It crawls under my skin
And now the end of all that's good
Everything good