Washing Hands in Innocence Lyrics


Piles of Bodies laid out like stoven wood

A too high price

They hated what their life had become

As a matter of fact

Finally they had to take drastic action to terminate

Life itself

As a matter of fact

Nobody would just follow

Condemned souls enter the dead form of man

As a matter of fact

What is with the ones who didn't make it

Who fucked up?

Or who were fucked up?

We are all involved in mankind

Piles of Bodies laid out like stoven wood