Blood on my hands
par Six Feet Under
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Blood on my hands I feel free to kill you
Blood on my hands is the path
To your destruction
Blood on my hands I feel free to kill you
Blood on my hands is the path to Satan
Blood on my hands, deep inside you
My knife is stuck, I twist the blade
Blood on my hands, the only way
To sever this, to sever this
Breaking point, the final straw
A lonely death, the one without
The final breath
My callous mind is numb to pain
Blood on my hands that won´t wash off
We have to die and suffer slow
Blood on my hands this homocide
Blood on my hands my suicide
Breaking point, the final straw
A lonely death, one without
The final breath
My callous mind is numb to pain
My soul is a bottomless pit of darkness
And hallow bones
Breaking point, the final straw
A lonely death, the one without
The final breath
My callous mind is numb to pain
Blood on my hands I feel free to kill you
Blood on my hands is the path
To our destruction
Blood on my hands I feel free to kill you
Blood on my hands is the path to Satan
Blood on my hands is the path
To your destruction
Blood on my hands I feel free to kill you
Blood on my hands is the path to Satan
Blood on my hands, deep inside you
My knife is stuck, I twist the blade
Blood on my hands, the only way
To sever this, to sever this
Breaking point, the final straw
A lonely death, the one without
The final breath
My callous mind is numb to pain
Blood on my hands that won´t wash off
We have to die and suffer slow
Blood on my hands this homocide
Blood on my hands my suicide
Breaking point, the final straw
A lonely death, one without
The final breath
My callous mind is numb to pain
My soul is a bottomless pit of darkness
And hallow bones
Breaking point, the final straw
A lonely death, the one without
The final breath
My callous mind is numb to pain
Blood on my hands I feel free to kill you
Blood on my hands is the path
To our destruction
Blood on my hands I feel free to kill you
Blood on my hands is the path to Satan