I was dragged awake all scathed and faceless

And clearly my eyelids had lost their patience

And fallen strung out all restless and weightless

I'm never quite sure of this corpse where I'm stationed

And it seems the sunlight has just about missed my skin

In this otherwise fully-lit padded cell I'm living in

The creatures have witnessed just enough to report my sins

Whispered in an ear through a cupped hand afraid and grim

And I'm not quite sure where my conscience lies

And I'm not quite sure where my conscience lies

And I'm not quite sure where my conscience lies

And I'm not quite sure where my conscience lies

Where my conscience lies

Walls form cracks that reveal themselves at first light

Shown by the slits from the broken half closed blinds

A snap string falls down leading to a pair of whites

Lay there cradling the remnants of a good night

And I'm not quite sure where my conscience lies

And I'm not quite sure where my conscience lies

And I'm not quite sure where my conscience lies

And I'm not quite sure where my conscience lies

And I'm not quite sure where my conscience lies

And I'm not quite sure where my conscience lies

And I'm not quite sure where my conscience lies

And I'm not quite sure, and I'm not quite