Why are you trying to hide

What I've seen in your eyes?

What I've seen in your eyes?

And I know, like you know

There's nothing living on the face of the world

But you know like I know

Some kind of value's just dying to be born

In the eyes of the world

Enraptured in guilt

It feels so good to be bad

You're willing to slight

All the tryings to try below you

And I know, like you know

There's nothing living on the face of the world

But you know, you must know...

Some kind of value's just dying to be born

In the eyes of the world

I know it's hard when every finger you point

Gets pointed back at you

I know it's hard when every fist that you raise

Seems to hover over you...

But there's a question

Like a knife

And it won't allow you to hide

It won't allow you to hide