Conscience - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I was dragged awake all scathed and faceless and

Clearly my eyelids had lost their patience and

Fallen strung out all restless and weightless

I'm never quite sure this corpse where I'm stationed in

It seems the sunlight has just about missed my skin

In this otherwise fully lit padded cell I'm living in

The creatures have witnessed just enough to report my sins

Whispered in an ear through a cupped hand afraid and grim

And I'm not quite sure where my conscience lies

Where my conscience lies

Walls form cracks that reveal themselves at first light

Shown by the slits from the broken half-closed blinds

The snap string falls down, leading to a pair of whites [?]

Lay there cradling the remnants of a good night

And I'm not quite sure where my conscience lies

And I'm not quite sure, I'm not quite