So desperately we try
To justify our wrongs
As the figures force us to understand
The size of what we've done
With every glance of deliverance
Our absolution's denied
There's no way left to salvage
What we've mindlessly defiled
No solace
No relief
Baptised
In misery
I won't partake in the madness
I won't be victimized
I'll wash my hands of the blood you've spilled
And be the enemy of your kind
No words to describe the neglegance
Deception and denial
In a veil attempt to advocate
The hypocrisy in your lives
I won't partake in the madness
I won't be victimized
I'll wash my hands of the blood you've spilled
And be the enemy of your kind
No solace
No relief
Deliver
Deliver me
