Lost Society Blood On Your Hands
You've got blood on your hands
Like a twisted dream of heresy
We're the puppets, you're the master
We're swaying to a symphony
They will tear us, break us, piece by piece
Oh, you'll never win my trust
Even if you gave motherfucking damn about us
It's all a game, it's all corrupt
With greed, lust and distrust
You've got blood on your hands
You've got blood on your hands
Yeah, you turned our will to ash
And filled our hearts with anger
You sold us all, your flesh and blood
And now it's time to fall
You've got blood on your hands
It's the blood of your enemy
You've got blood on your hands
It's the blood of your enemy
Die for me or be my enemy
A mantra for disaster
I'll resist you and your policies
And i'll come at you with every f..cking bit of me
Oh, we'll never be set free
It's the pinnacle of deception
Doesn't hurt to be a hypocrite
We know what you are, you're just full of shit
You've got blood on your hands
It's the blood of your enemy
You've got blood on your hands
It's the blood of your enemy
You've got blood on your hands
It's the blood of your enemy
You've got blood on your hands
It's the blood of your enemy
Yeah, you turned our will to ash
And filled our hearts with anger
You sold us all, your flesh and blood
And now it's time to fall
You've got blood on your hands
It's the blood of your enemy
You've got blood on your hands
It's the blood of your enemy
You've got blood on your hands
It's the blood of your enemy
You've got blood on your hands
It's the blood of your enemy
You've got blood on your hands
