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I wash my hands you see - So I can feel

The grease keeps me from touching - What is real

I wipe my eyes to watch what lies ahead

The filth keeps me from seeing - All that's dead - Come on

I turn my head you see - Just to ignore

I'll see what I will see - Will see no more

I rip my skin you see - Open up and bleed

It's not just flesh and blood - It's who I came to be

I wash my hands.