Clean de This Beautiful Mess

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
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
and you gave yourself away
and you gave yourself away
and you gave yourself away
You're hit in the face
you're spit in the face
now where is your god
and where is your grace
You're hit in the face
you're spit in the face
now where is your god
and where is your grace
You're hit in the face
you're spit in the face
now where is your god
and where is your grace