This hand Doesn't turn things into gold anymore It only destroys what it wills to hold Turns them away Poisons their soul Spreads misery everywhere it goes... Where it goes So do what is right And leave me behind ♪ For the last time Sing me to sleep on this bed of remorse I built
And now there's time before it's changing No, it's not enough Now it's your turn to get away Now it's your turn to get away! Lost what was mine Turned it into coal Touched it and never became gold Lost what was mine Turned it into coal Touched it and never became gold ♪ So do what is right And leave me behind No need to keep trying No need to keep diggin out my soul For the last time Sing me to lay down on this bed of nails tonight