BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS

V1
Behind the desk decisions made effecting no one at
All of heavens black and malformed back to set up the fall
Shadowed face a scheme is planned a scheme unleashed unto the world
Time that’s lost it’s happened now a lie so bold to be hurled.

Pre-Chorus
Born Immune, Tainted lies

Chorus
You struggle for some control, you grasp to understand
A pair of wolves that chose, the lamb is now unguarded
Can’t wipe away the stains of crimson blood that’s on your hands
The taint of precious blood that’s on your hands

V2
Rocks that smash the eyes that tell the truth that you have 
Become the blood drips wounds don’t heal the yell that beckons the 
Frost that sticks, can’t clear the air of the betrayal
The day will come when you can’t wash off what the fuck you have done. 

Pre-Chorus
Born Immune, Tainted lies

Chorus
You struggle for some control, you grasp to understand
A pair of wolves that chose, the lamb is now unguarded
Can’t wipe away the stains of crimson blood that’s on your hands
The taint of precious blood that’s on your hands

Bridge
Messiahic hollow shell, fallacious dreams that you weave
The pattern on the screen, the letters of a cypher 
Pilfer the baseline, the coffers brim full
Burning the shelters spin the deceit for the fools. 

Outra
I stand here boldly but not alone, can’t kill the concept like you did west of Troy
Out of the lost and rejected rebellion comes thru the reapers journey
You think that you are above the law, but you forget from where this poor bastard is spawned
Black wings liberty reversing, lost minds cry out but no mercy.