I will find the artist inside me
Now the walls are swaying and crumbling
I swing out, the bricks come falling
In my hand the hammer is bloody
I will find the artist inside me
Now it's done the walls are bricks at my feet
I reach down, a man is dying
In my hands I'm holding my body
I will find the artist inside me
Now I run, the scene I am leaving
Clench my fists, the blood is drying
Cold water
wash away my hearts deed
Cold Water
