Dirty Hands

There's a bunker in the forest and a hole in your hand
and it leaks a bloody trail into the ground that you stand.

Though, I'd like to believe you,
my intuition will always say no.
It says no.

You're a snake inside the leaves and you're a hole in my head
and even if I could forgive, I'd never dish out the chance,
but, how could I?

That part of me has died
and I can hardly tolerate anymore.
Is this the cost of war?

They were searching us for gold.

But, you're so gaumless;
For that, you're never getting home.
I've mordacious intent for the likes of you.
You could of hollowed out and colored.
Now you can't mean anything to anyone
and everyone you love could love everyone, but you.

You are so naive.
It's hard to be unclean,
that much I know.
Oh, God, I know.
I've got nothing left here to grow.
Where did it go?

They were searching us for gold.
I started to machinate so flawlessly,
oh, how little did they know.
Yeah, they were 'searching us for gold'.

But, you're so gaumless;
For that, you're never getting home.
I've mordacious intent for the likes of you.
You could of hollowed out and colored.
Now you can't mean anything to anyone
and everyone you love could love everyone, but you.

You sold me out for a wooden box and all your body marks.
Then you came down with the force of the devil inside your veins.
Now, you're just a watermark.

Now, it's clear to me how horrible that I can really be.