I will find the artist inside me Now the walls are swaying and crumbling I swing out, the bricks come falling In my hand the hammer is bloody I will find the artist inside me Now it's done the walls are bricks at my feet I reach down, a man is dying In my hands I'm holding my body I will find the artist inside me Now I run, the scene I am leaving Clench my fists, the blood is drying Cold water Wash away my hearts deed Cold Water