Six Feet UnderBlood On My Hands

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 homicide 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
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