Vocal Poetry:)
Blood On My Hands:
Blood, Blood, Blood on my hands, blood i can't stand.
Blood, Warm Blood. From my crime, refusing to be blind.
Blind from the truth, I really cared for you.
I saw all the signs, but i was too kind.
Now Blood, Blood, Blood on my hands, blood of my friends.
Blood, Warm Blood, Blood from the shame, i let it end that way.
I let it build up, i should have said enough.
I fear i can't save, what i tossed away.
This blood, Blood, blood on my hands, blood that ends.
Blood, Warm blood, your blood i was shown, now i know, i'm better off alone.
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