[Intro] [Heavy industrial march beat] [Low synth bass drones] [Deep male chant] (Oh-oh, oh-oh) Black wind through the reed. Black wind through the reed. [Verse 1] [Spoken-word style, deep and imposing] I was never the path—just rot on the path. Never the field—just ash in the field. Feet ground me down. Learned how to sink. Till the river refused every drop I drink. [Pre-Chorus] [Build-up with orchestral brass] Now the sky folds its arms. Now the sky folds its arms. I beg for the rope... to rinse me of harm. [Chorus] [Militaristic, booming chant, heavy percussion] Clean water! Clean water and soap! (Soap! Soap!) Let the windlass bend like horizon at sea! Clean water! Clean water and soap! (Soap! Soap!) Wash the mire from the marrow! Wash the blood from my hands! [Verse 2] I was never the seed—just stain on the seed. Never the fruit—just bruise in the fruit. Every root I have poisoned. Every vine bled. Still dream of the meadow where white towel is spread. [Pre-Chorus] [Slower, dramatic pacing] Mother, sit by the well. Mother, sit by the well. Hold the cool linen. Let fever dispel. [Chorus] [Militaristic, booming chant] Clean water! Clean water and soap! (Soap! Soap!) Let the windlass bend like horizon at sea! Clean water! Clean water and soap! (Soap! Soap!) Wash the mire from the marrow! Wash the blood from my hands! [Break] [Aggressive industrial drum solo with distorted synth] [Verse 3] [Cold, robotic delivery] I was never the song—just crack in the song. Never the bell—just silence it swallowed. But if lead can be melted, dung can be burned... Let the meadow remember the child it once turned! [Bridge] [Rising intensity, aggressive shouting] Vomit the evil! Cast it! Cast it! Plead with the sky till the sky answers back! Mother, the towel—white! White! White! Cool as forgiveness... cool as the last light. [Verse 4] [German Martial Interlude] [Staccato delivery, snare drums marching] Marschieren durch Schatten, verloren im Licht. Echos der Schlachten, Vergessenheit spricht. Suche nach Trost, im Flüstern der Nacht. Ein Soldat am Brunnen, die Stille erwacht. [Chorus] [Grand Finale, maximal choir and brass energy] Clean water! Clean water and soap! (Soap! Soap!) Let the windlass bend like horizon at sea! Clean water! Clean water and soap! (Soap! Soap!) Wash the mire from the marrow! Wash the blood from my hands! [Outro] [Chanted, fading march] (Oh-oh, oh-oh) Clean water... And soap. [Heavy single drum hit] [Fade to black]
