Clean
you went out there on your own.
you went out there to carry the weight.
and nobody here goes free.
you went to wear the crown of thorns.
to throw the first stone at yourself.
cause nobody here is clean.
and you gave yourself away.
every finger is pointing at you.
everything is accusing you.
everybody is needing a scapegoat.
so you got out there.
you're hit in the face.
you're spit in the face.
now where is your god.
and where is your grace
Limpio
Saliste allá afuera por tu cuenta.
Saliste allá afuera para llevar el peso.
Y nadie aquí sale libre.
Fuiste a ponerte la corona de espinas.
A lanzar la primera piedra contra ti mismo.
Porque nadie aquí está limpio.
Y te entregaste.
Cada dedo apunta hacia ti.
Todo te acusa.
Todos necesitan un chivo expiatorio.
Así que saliste allá.
Te golpean en la cara.
Te escupen en la cara.
Ahora, ¿dónde está tu dios?
Y dónde está tu gracia
Escrita por: Axel Kabboord / Martin Gore / This Beautiful Mess