Children 18:3

Nowhere To Run

Children 18:3


Wash me out!
Take me down to the water
Wash me out!
I've been tainted in blood
Wash me out!
Take me down to the river
Nowhere to run, nowhere to run, so

Trouble.
Oh, I was caught, I was born in a trap
I was bit with nowhere to turn back
Mud on the inside, blood on the ground and dirt
And everyone's crazy

Dirty.
There's so many faces to my fear
Where do the phantoms all come from?
Slowly the answers disappear
Leaving me nowhere, nowhere to run

I am confusion, I am loss
I am dirty
I am the thief strung on the cross
I am dirty
I am seclusion, I am lust
I am dirty
Take me naked to the cross
I am dirty