Conscience

I was dragged awake all scathed and faceless and Clearly my eyelids had lost their patience and Fallen strung out all restless and weightless I'm never quite sure this corpse where I'm stationed in It seems the sunlight has just about missed my skin In this otherwise fully lit padded cell I'm living in The creatures have witnessed just enough to report my sins Whispered in an ear through a cupped hand afraid and grim And I'm not quite sure where my conscience lies And I'm not quite sure where my conscience lies And I'm not quite sure where my conscience lies And I'm not quite sure where my conscience lies Where my conscience lies Walls form cracks that reveal themselves at first light Shown by the slits from the broken half-closed blinds The snap string falls down, leading to a pair of whites [?] Lay there cradling the remnants of a good night And I'm not quite sure where my conscience lies And I'm not quite sure where my conscience lies And I'm not quite sure where my conscience lies And I'm not quite sure where my conscience lies And I'm not quite sure where my conscience lies And I'm not quite sure where my conscience lies And I'm not quite sure where my conscience lies And I'm not quite sure, I'm not quite