Wish I could be the pen that writes the end you'll know Or be the ink that will dry over the lines you stole Wish I could sew the rope they'll wrap around your throat Or be the push that will pull you off your throne Wish I didn't care, wish I knew if... There's a place I can go inside me To drown the vengeance I'm owed, or will it burn? Or will I burn away? Wish I could be the knife that cuts the ties you hold Wish I could be the flame consuming all you love Wish I could tie the weight before the plank is strolled And I could watch as you sink in sight of shore (Wish I knew) if there's a place I can go inside me To drown the vengeance I'm owed, or will it burn? Or will I burn away? Wish I didn't care Wish I knew if... When the smoke has cleared, wish I didn't care, wish I knew if... ...If there's a place I can go inside me To drown the vengeance I'm owed, or will it burn? Or will I burn away? ...If there's a place I can go inside me To drown the vengeance I'm owed, or will I burn?