Wicked words embrace the darkness   For reasons too cruel   They hide in the throats of cowards who wait   In the shadows with knives for fools      Angry words lie still on the script   And wait for their scene   They leap from the lips of lovers betrayal   Too bitter to blame on caffein      Love waved a white flag   Fear ran her through   What could I do?      I washed my robe in the river   I washed my hands in the rain   I washed my robe in the river   I cursed the crime and the stain      Wicked words embrace the darkness   For reasons too cruel   They hide in the throats of cowards who wait   In the shadows with knives for fools      Love waved a white flag...      I washed my robe...      Love waved a white flag   Fear raised a gun   What have I done?      I washed my robe...