Blood on Your Hands
What in heaven's name has made you spit on human life
Your promised razor blade has turned into a blunt bread knife
You miss the terrorists while you start killing innocent
You leave a trace of blood and shame across the land
You're on your way
And you burn the crossed bridges
From what you have started
There is no return
Once been protector
Now you've turned to a slaughterer
How can you sleep
With the blood on your hands?
In this ironic story
Are things that I can't see
What do I have to fear
The friend of the enemy
I will always condemn this
Even with my final breath
God save us from the stupid leaders
Who lead a million souls to death
You're on your way
And you burn the crossed bridges
From what you have started
There is no return
Once been protector
Now you've turned to a slaughterer
How can you sleep
With the blood on your hands?
You're on your way
And you burn the crossed bridges
From what you have started
There is no return
Once been protector
Now you've turned to a slaughterer
How can you sleep
With the blood on your hands?
You're on your way
And you burn the crossed bridges
From what you have started
There is no return
Once been protector
Now you've turned to a slaughterer
How can you sleep
With the blood on your hands?
Your promised razor blade has turned into a blunt bread knife
You miss the terrorists while you start killing innocent
You leave a trace of blood and shame across the land
You're on your way
And you burn the crossed bridges
From what you have started
There is no return
Once been protector
Now you've turned to a slaughterer
How can you sleep
With the blood on your hands?
In this ironic story
Are things that I can't see
What do I have to fear
The friend of the enemy
I will always condemn this
Even with my final breath
God save us from the stupid leaders
Who lead a million souls to death
You're on your way
And you burn the crossed bridges
From what you have started
There is no return
Once been protector
Now you've turned to a slaughterer
How can you sleep
With the blood on your hands?
You're on your way
And you burn the crossed bridges
From what you have started
There is no return
Once been protector
Now you've turned to a slaughterer
How can you sleep
With the blood on your hands?
You're on your way
And you burn the crossed bridges
From what you have started
There is no return
Once been protector
Now you've turned to a slaughterer
How can you sleep
With the blood on your hands?
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Writer(s): Christopher John Cheney
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