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