4pm Songtext

von Clouds

I'm a bitter twisted soul
With my hands behind my back
I feel my shiny silver blade

Love on my right hand
Hate on my right hand
God at my command
But they don't understand

Why I've got blood on my hands
So much blood on my hands
I've got your blood on my hands

All the work I try to do
Is in essence what the good books
Says is true, I say to you

Let the judgement begin
Punish them for their sin
Let the sun shine in
Good over evil will win

Because I've got blood on my hands
So much blood on my hands
I've got your blood on my great hands
I've got blood on my hands
So much blood on my hands
I've got your blood on my hands

It's four in the afternoon
And you're looking like a whore
Made up in blue
You're gonna learn
See the look in my eye
Better not start to cry
You know the reason why
You're gonna have to die

Because I've got blood on my hands
So much blood on my hands
I've got your blood on my big hands
I've got blood on my hands
So much blood on my hands
I've got your blood on my hands
I've got your blood on my hands

I need your blood on my hands