So desperately we try To justify our wrongs As the figures force us to understand The size of what we've done With every glance of deliverance Our absolution's denied There's no way left to salvage What we've mindlessly defiled No solace No relief Baptised In misery I won't partake in the madness I won't be victimized I'll wash my hands of the blood you've spilled And be the enemy of your kind No words to describe the neglegance Deception and denial In a veil attempt to advocate The hypocrisy in your lives I won't partake in the madness I won't be victimized I'll wash my hands of the blood you've spilled And be the enemy of your kind No solace No relief Deliver Deliver me