Blood 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 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