Let me pick through the empty dirt
And the rotten wood, the shoddy work
′Cause I'm interestedAnd our carpenter is so elegant
At placing splinters right beneath my nails
Where I cannot dig them out
But the same briars from your ribs
Are the tinder in my father′s house
And I know, I know
I know, I, I know, oh
I know myself better than anybody else
And you're gonna run
You're gonna run when you find out who I am
I know I′m a pile of filthy wreckage
You will wish you′d never touched
But you're gonna run when you find out who I am
Yeah, you′re gonna run
You're gonna run
It′s alright, everybody does
You're gonna run
It′s alright, everybody does
You're gonna run
It's alright, everybody does
