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Benjamin Haycock - Blood on Your Hands lyrics

Artist: Benjamin Haycock

album: Time's Transgressions


Mighty, wondrous lord,
My dear I'm asking,
Why can't you be mine,
I wonder with all I fear,
So wipe those hands of your blood and be mine.
Rap verse:
You can breathe life into the dead,
You can charm a cobra with the lungs you possess,
You can have ten wolves start circling starving,
But no fear would enter your head because you
Drape blood as you walk through the skin of a man,
But he follows in tandem with gold,
He'll perish as I would to rinse off his
Hands and embrace you despite of the cold,
You're an addiction to me,
A depiction of the ammunition that carves through the mist of the sea,
Interwoven, we're trying to be holy,
But the bells of the church are a fish in the sea,
Your mascara never smears,
You're too used to the make up of fellow's fears,
That are tarnished with their un-developing bones,
Adolescence is honed by the shedding
Gears of eleven bears with as many pears,
They would throw away gold on a betting smear,
They would endure all the cold of
November air in Antartica hoping the embers flare,
Between you and their little souls,
That long for more than a person to hold,
But you brush them aside like dust in the
Night as you carry on flaunting your gold.
Mighty, wondrous lord,
My dear I'm asking,
Why can't you be mine,
I wonder with all I fear,
So wipe those hands of your blood and be mine.

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