Bloody Hands

The blood runs through my hands pain, irony, lust, and sorrow the night complains tomorrow a day inside, inside bleeding sands The blood... the blood runs through my hands. God's grace shattered, his eyes turned away Still this blood runs through my hands Stay a little while, I hope and then pray God told me little of his plans The blood runs right through my hands... Burnt, burnt down the bridge in day Run, run across the acrid void at night Seeking, losing, searching, finding at last... That this blood, this blood runs through my hands.