Not what I've done, not what I've spoken Not what I've shown, not that I lied Just holding on would render me broken But weak as I am, my hands remain tied Fear of wrath, fear of pain Fear of facing what I am Fear this might, leave a stain Of your blood on my hands My face is scarred, my hands unclean Can't wash away the fool I've been Murder one or suicide Which would be the greater sin? Straining to hold each breath I'm taking A shackle that pulls, I can't set it free Not quite below, but slowly I'm breaking In saving you I, I would be killing me Fear of wind, fear of rain We built this house on shifting sand Fear this might, leave a stain Of my own blood on my hands My face is scarred, my hands unclean Can't wash away the fool I've been Murder one or suicide Which would be the greater sin? A wave that hits from behind me A weight that pulls from beneath A storm that blows all around me A fear inside that has bound me Fear of wrath, fear of pain Fear of facing what I am Fear this might, leave a stain Of your blood on my hands My face is scarred, my hands unclean Can't wash away the fool I've been Murder one or suicide Which would be the greater sin?