Blood on Your Hands

Tell us a story
Make it good, make it gripping, don't compromise
Put something before me
You can smother the truth with a cushion lies

If you take the low road
Feeding their appetite for reasons to despise
It'll come home to roost
You'll look down and realise

There's blood on your hands
When misled fans
Go out and act upon your messages of hate

A public defender
Your guise as you play your audience
And push your agenda
A rhetoric of intolerance

Does it mean anything?
Those lives you help to devastate
When your shift's over
You scrub at the guilt but it's too late

'Cause there's blood on your hands
When misled fans
Go out and act upon your messages of hate
You provide the spades
Watch them dig their own graves
As you walk away, away, away, away now

The tide has turned, now you're so concerned
What's done is done
You're not fooling anyone

Blood is on your hands
Your misled fans
Went out and acted on your messages of hate
You provided spades
Watched them dig their own graves
Then you walked away



Credits
Writer(s): T Gulliver
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