Death knell, so true, you're no good
Whitewash all thought like a gun

There's no inside of me
I've got an antidote for my mind
I found the dirt for this hole
I've got an antidote for my mind

The well gone dry in my hands
Untold, undone in the end

There's no inside of me
I've got an antidote for my mind
I found the dirt for this hole
I've got an antidote for my mind
I've got an antidote for my mind

Lock it away, away
Lock it away, away
Lock it away, away
Lock it away, away
Lock it away, away
Lock it away, away
Lock it away, away
Lock it away, away