And I'll feel a guilty conscience grow She burns like the sun, and I can't look away She'll burn our horizons, make no mistake And I'll hide from the world behind a broken frame And I'll burn forever, I can't face the shame Come waste your millions here,

You're guilty all the same Too sick to be ashamed You want to point your finger But there's no one else to blame Guilty all the same Tell us all again Show us all again What you think we should be What the answers are

It just comes back to me So why must it be Chaos lives in everything Trapped inside a dream It all comes back to me And it’s not fate Everything’s just fine Now I’m guilty, not ashamed Got this thing attached to me, throw it all away

Flash before my eyes Now it's time to die Burning in my brain I can feel the flames Someone help me Oh please God help me They are trying to take it all away I don't want to die Guilty as charged

(Jailbreak) All in the name of liberty There was a friend of mine on murder And the judge's gavel fell Jury found him guilty Gave him sixteen years in hell He said "I ain't spending my life here I ain't livin' alone

Then tease me with evil since the day I was born? Guilty and confused, I ripped myself apart When you always knew I'd be a civil war That I'd be a civil war, that I'd be a civil war Why you put good into my heart Now, what'd you make me that way for? I'd

I say your name I say I'm sorry It's nobody's fault No guilty party I just got nothing, nothing left to say It all, all catches up to me all the time You're sleeping night and day How d'you do it? Me I am wide awake

Is it guilty in here, or is it just me? What became of all the boys Who only want one thing? Will someone tell me what I'm doin' wrong 'Cause the good ones all got wedding rings And the young ones are just too dumb And I don't think I have any more Room

I did what I did One wrong turn on Bourbon Cuts like the knives of New Orleans Tonight, a bleeding memory Is tomorrow's guilty vein Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall Screams across the Pontchartrain I'm haunted by headlights And a crescent city

Be careful who you tell. Whoa! (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!) Waiting on a bloodline It's water under the bridge 'Cause you gotta look her in the eye, And you gotta love your way of life. 'Cause you got a guilty filthy soul Don't you know it's out of your control?