These filthy hands
so schemes, making plans
of tainting themselves evermore
aching to settle that final score
never getting enough... poisoned
eating through the veins... pained
pained is the heart it's poison breaches
pained is the soul in which it leeches
it's very source for it's evil deeds
planting evermore it's dirty seeds
crimson pools drip, drop at a time
from these filthy hands, in which I've crime
ever staining my filthy mind
by these chains we are bind
these filthy hands scratch and tare
but this filthy mind makes up the pair
always searching evermore
for something just a bit more
never ending it's cruel desires
never calming it's raging fires
these filthy hands, I try to cleanse
but I still can't wash away the sins
water so pure, so calm and serine
fighting hard, but still unclean
trying still, till I hit the bone
beating my head against the stone
wall, trying to understand
why.... these filthy hands?
What committed sin was so great
that this has come to be my fate
and as I sit, I hear a sound
dripping slowly to the ground
and as I look to my filthy hands
I see so clearly, there evil plans
the last drop they want to have spilled
is the drop from this heart, be stilled