Took a lonely feeling Just to let the meaning sink, Like the sun goes down Never close to heaven, Felt my feet were burning From the same red hot ground There's blood on my hands There's blood on my hands Yeah, there's blood
It's getting hard to listen, When the clock is ticking, Counting down the days gone by Praying for an answer To another question, That will only bleed you dry You won't understand With your head in the sand No, you won't
But I'll curse the ground, where you kneel, Till I grow my hair to my heels Spike your water, your wine, While you waste my precious time
Everytime I'm drinking, Try to stop my thinking About the things I've said and done, Stop the world from running Faster than I'm learning not to just hide and run You won't understand With your head in the sand No, you won't
Love came and went faster Than a penny spent in a slot machine, Nowhere, near the devil, Just somwhere in between you and me, Sworn to secrecy
And I'll curse the ground, where you kneel, Till I grow my hair to my heels Spike your water, your wine... Yeah, there's blood on my hands There's blood on my hands There's blood on my hands There's blood on my hands Yeah, there's blood
But there's blood on my hands... Yeah, there's blood...
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