Only talk
When silence is listening
Spoon-fed guilt is slowly poisoning
Don`t prod my speech
Because I can`t answer that
I can`t be teached
It`s something beyond that
I`ve got the mark of Cain
I`ve got the mark of Cain
Feel so small but so gargantuan
Don`t see myself but I see everyone
Outside an attic outside my house
The same blue fingerprint the same stained mouth
Don`t try to justify this
When there`s no there`s no blood on my hands
