Eyesores and catacombs
Injustices
A place on the globe
Point your finger
And give it a spin, now
Cuz there's no
To this wicked world
As long as there's blood
On my hands
Faith is where prophets lie
Sigals ran and segregate (?)
Still the consequence
Drips my next note (?)
Lonely souls
Rely on holy ghosts
With no relevence
And no evidence
Nothing to preach now
And there's no
To this wicked world
As long as there's blood
On my hands
And there's no
To this wicked world
As long as there's blood
On my hands
There's blood on my hands
There's blood on my hands
There's blood on my hands
There's blood on my
There's blood on my
There's blood on my hands
And there's no
To this wicked world
As long as there's blood
On my hands
And there's no
To this wicked world
As long as there's blood
On my hands

INVIA LE CORREZIONI