Eye sores and catacombs
Injustice is a place on the globe
Point your finger
And give it a spin now
Cause there's no end to this wicked world
As long as there's blood on my hands
Faith is where profits lay
Symbols brand and segregate
A silver consequence drapes from our necks now
Lonely souls rely on holy goals
With no relevance and no evidence
Nothing to preach now
And there's no end to this wicked world
As long as there's blood on my hands
And there's no end to this wicked world
As long as there's blood on my hands
And there's blood on my hands
And there's blood on my hands
And there's blood on my
Mmm, blood on my
Mmm, blood on my hands
And there's no end to this wicked world
As long as there's blood on my hands
And there's no end to this wicked world
As long as there's blood on my hands
And there's blood on my hands
And there's blood on my hands
And there's blood on my
Mmm, blood on my
Mmm, blood on my hands
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