I'm standing alone
Opaque walls around me
Am I searching for something
That was never there?
Wash the conscience of responsibility
Move colour across the gla**, intoxicate
Break down the game
Intentions turn to grey
Save me from myself
Give me something to blame
Consume to the point I am not held accountable
It was not of me if my thoughts were irrational
And so we play the game
Give me something, something to blame!
Wash the conscience of responsibility
And I'll fit in with my own duplicity