you know what you did
and that stain is never gonna wash out
your body may be clean
but your body is covered in filth
the sort of filth you gain
the sort that can't be cleaned
it will stay with you FOREVER
you're stuck
covered in muck
you can wash you hair
but not your brain
you can cleanse your skin
but your soul is scarred
you have done so much wrong that nothing can make right
you are dead but still living
why don't you just die
you are filthy from what you have done
and nothing, NOTHING, will make you clean again
even if you turned to God,
he wouldn't accept you
you haven't washed in years
you're sick
you brain can't shake what they have seen
you have killed a man,
and every night you see
that man
was you
