Dirty Hands

Dirty hands, dirty mind
Can't seem to keep em clean
Always got them covered in blood
Living your twisted dream

Blood soaked tears
From the victims in your path
Blood soaked clothes, blood soaked skin
Turns the water red in your bath

Another victim unnamed
Another blind rage
Another family lost a member
Another filled grave

Can't seem to stop
No matter who you lose
Take away everything
It still doesn't stop you

Everything could have been different
If you could have just kept your hand clean
But you had to keep on hurting people
Had to keep on hurting me

You hands are so dirty now
They will never be clean
And any fragments of being with me
Are no more than a dream

Angela M OBrien
10/8/11