There is hate in our blood
And there is blood on our hands

Come to the well
Be clean again
Be clean again
Be clean again
Be clean again
Be clean again

For the final sum of a grand design above us
Meant to follow divine instructions
Then consider this final verse to be my _mea culpa_
I heard the advice from others
That to ask the question 'why?' is subversive
But if my body's the temple
Why is my mind always undermine the structure
And desire instruction?
'Cause when you realize that thin line
Between truth and lies is fine and subtle
It gets hard to find the substance
And you look foolish when you try to touch Him
But I'd rather die for something
To live a life and never go Bible thumpin'
'Cause when my time is up
It's the Lamb's Book of Life
That judges if I despised or loved Him
Instead of living covered in our filth
We should think of something other than ourselves
It starts by coming to the well

Be clean again
Be clean again
Be clean again

I'm the woman at the well
You told me everything about myself
I'm the nine who walked away
I wish I'd been the one that chose to stay
I'm the one they called a whore
You told me go an sin no more
I'm the thief that's by his side
He'll remember me in Paradise

Come to the well
Be clean again
Be clean again
Be clean again
Be clean again
Be clean again