Cold Water

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 heart's deed

Cold water