With death in my hands I''ll clean
Myself of all this filth scratching
Out the stains of a lying tongue
That spoke, as chords from the
String I''ll pull myself out of this
And cast this life of shit into the
Flood and rise above where I belong.
Drenched in self-righteousness
I''m letting go of apathy, I won''t put up the front of a victim anymore.
So sick of cheap excuses from
Everyone I know I''m scattering the ashes of who I was.
Letting go of the person I used to
Be looking back and laughing at what I once believe.
Escaping the plagues of my life,
And letting go of my regret,
I''m casting my past in the
Flood forgetting every line we spent.
With death in my hands
I''ll clean myself of this. [2x]
Scratching out the stains of
Every lie that you spoke, sarcasm
Infecting everything you say,
With my scarred hands
I''ll pull myself out and rise above all this where
I belong, from my scarred hands I am reborn.
Writer(s): Rob Walters, Robert Walters
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