The Senate guilty hands

These shades of gray
Haunted by his shadow
And stirring stormy skies
He begs for delight
Oh, he freezes her soul
He's falling hard
As cities crumble
Away into the dark
And he wakes to see the fear in her eyes
Oh, how he loves those eyes
The blood on his guilty hands is raining on me
It leaves me cold
These filthy lands
His guilty hands they touch
Its cold as ice
Like soul-sucking life
Scream into empty night
Empty night
The blood on his guilty hands is raining
It leaves me cold
It leaves me cold
It leaves me cold
She says, I don't want to feel
The way I do now
For the shame no one will know
What his guilty hands have done
And when she dreams
She really wants to float on the sea
But he's tied a rock to her feet
She's screaming in her sleep
In her sleep
The blood on his guilty hands is raining
It leaves me cold
It leaves me cold
It leaves me cold
She says, I don't want to feel
The way I do now
For the shame no one will know
What his guilty hands have done
How can I get away?
How can I get him away?
How can I get away?
How can I get him away?
How can I get away?
How can I get him away?
How can I get away?
How can I get away?
The blood on his guilty hands is raining
I don't want to feel the blood
Feel the blood
Feel its raining
I don't want to feel those hands
Cold, cold hands
It's raining
How can I get away
From the blood, it's my blood
Oh, it's raining
She says, I don't want to feel
The way I do now
For the shame no one will know
What his guilty hands have done