(claude s.)





You can hide your precious tears, but it

Won't get rid of all regret. all the colors

Of reform won't lend a hand when you

Decide to fall. so clear away the scars

That were left behind by things you hate.

Will you ever love again? after all the

Dirt is gone?







Wash away the dirt, let your feelings

Hurt, drive away the shame.

Be yourself again.







All this grime is just a sham, the icing

On a cake made of sand now becoming

Dust. where you came from you will

Surely go...







Wash away the dirt, let your feelings

Hurt, drive away the shame. be yourself

Again. wash away the dirt...wash away

The dirt...







Dirt words will always bind you,

Attempt to connect to the guilt that finds

You. in a time of doubt, not greed or

Hunger, do you understand the vice

You're under...? getting older, withered

And tempered, may be too late to stop

Your trembling. slide to the left side of

Your brain, listen to the kind of waves

It's sending. dirt is like a virus deep

Within you, can you see the way

It tries to twist you? lurking

Inside your head i found it,

Wrenching away at the hope you

Needed...







Find the strength, break the

Urge, return...yourself...to you...







Wash away the dirt, let your feelings

Hurt, drive away the shame. be yourself

Again. wash away the dirt...wash away

The dirt...