So you lie awake at night
And think of all the promises you've made
And you'd dream of better days
If the sleep you crave would finally make its way
But your tired weary mind
Tries to find the reasons that you've stayed
But it's all that you can take
So you live on little faith
That they won't find your motives aren't the same
And you know that what they say will finally
Turn your head the other way
But your tired weary mind
Tries to find the seeds that you have laid
But it's all that you can take
Cause you're stained
By a world made of blame
Blame that won't wash away
That stain of a world gone insane
Stain that won't wash away