Book II: Genesister - Reconciliation

I thought I'd seen [bad word] Thought I knew it all
Now I know too well [bad word] is to wake up
But it makes all the difference

Tasting the tears in my mouth
Taking the weight on my shoulders
The hours and days of your life
Don't necessarily make you older

I'm sick [bad word] away
Along these bloody streets
I'm sick of predators and prey
Of being everybody's end!

I've washed my hands of your blood
Thought it would leave me clean
But with time on my hands
It turned to mud forming this [bad word] of sin

Now - to be [bad word] free
I'll let [bad word] to me
So -break me if you must
When you break this [bad word] Freedom is to see

Hear this voice, see this man
Standing before you I'm just a child
Just a man learning to yield

I hate these hands soaked in blood
I hate what these eyes have seen
Up to my knees in filth and mud
How it hurts to [bad word] clean

I was always on my mind
But never on my [bad word] - but if [bad word] away
You'll always have to hide
So if you need [bad word] Run for help!