I've been burning and dousing the flames
I feel the whiplash of the backlash on my face
I melt to sleep at night but I wake to trip the day
Never for you, never for me
Would I kiss your feet of clay?

I'm still alive and so should I soak up the wave of compromise
Am I the victim of youth, is the truth
Why don't you tell me? Why don't you tell me?

There's no conscience in charity or shame
The voice deceives me but believe me, it's the same
I see the black and white and the colour in the grey
Better for you, better for me, gonna bleach it all away

I'm still alive and so should I soak up the wave of compromise
Am I the victim of youth, is the truth
Why don't you tell me? Why don't you tell me?

The left hand gives, and the right hand takes away

Why don't you tell me?
Why don't you tell me?

I'm still alive and so should I soak up the wave of compromise
I see the scars, I hear the lies, so what's the truth
Why don't you tell me?