Water
It cannot cleanse me
It cannot wash me
From this Dirt
That has caked upon my skin.
With Mud in my Teeth
And Sin in my Bones
Why
Do I feel so Wrong?
For something that Makes me?
(Feel Right?)
Oh I cannot help it...
This Dirt has Made My Skin
And The Dirt Ive made Kin.
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