Make me whole again
I'm covered in filth
in the impure
skin covered in a retched disease
so water, water wash away
all the dirt and leaves
My brain is rotting
my ears are popping
the flesh falls off my skin
so water, water wash away
and make me whole again
My tears are drying
tear ducts turn to dust
numbness finally setting in
so water, water wash away
the filth from where I've been
My blood is clotting
it hurts so much
the throb that comes from inside
so water, water wash away
the marks that I can not hide
With my legs I'm standing
although I'm not in Command
they try to run anywhere elsewhere
so water, water please wash away
the memories of what happened here
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