(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...