There is blood on my hands
That could only be spilled by you
And to wash it away
Wouldnât help us escape the truth
You can stick to your words
All the best lines have been used
Yeah the wider your eyes the bigger the lies itâs true
The voice in my head doesnât say what I want it to
Will I sink, will I swim, either way itâs down to you
Woah-oah, woah-oah
Will I sink, will I swim, either way itâs down to you
Thereâs a man on my back
And he fears an attack from you
Should he run, should he stay
Itâs the path that he must choose
Will I bend, will I break
Either way itâs all brand new
Each mistake that I make
Is another point to prove
Woah-oah, woah-oah
Each mistake that I make
Is another point to prove
Thereâs no words, thereâs no words to explain this
Thereâs no words, thereâs no words to explain this
Thereâs no words, thereâs no words to explain this
Thereâs no words, thereâs no words, thereâs no words
There is blood on my hands
That could only be spilled by you
And to wash it away
Wouldnât help us escape the truth
Woah-oah, woah-oah
Each mistake that I make
Is another point to prove
Woah-oah, woah-oah
Each mistake that I make
Is another point to prove
Each mistake that I make
Is another point to prove
Thereâs no words, thereâs no words to explain this
Thereâs no words, thereâs no words to explain this
Thereâs no words, thereâs no words to explain this
There is blood on my hands
That could only be spilled by you
And to wash it away
Wouldnât help us escape the truth