Eyesores and catacombs
Injustice is a place on the globe
So point your finger
And give it a spin now'Cause there's no end to this wicked world
As long as there's blood on our handsFaith is where profits lay
Symbols brand and segregate
A silver consequence drapes from our necks now
Lonely souls rely on holy goals
With no relevance and no evidence
Nothing to preach aboutAnd there's no end to this wicked world
As long as there's blood on my hands
And there's no end to this wicked world
As long as there's blood on my handsAnd there's blood on my hands
And there's blood on my hands
And there's blood on my
Hmm, blood on my
Hmm, blood on my handsAnd there's no end to this wicked world
As long as there's blood on my hands
And there's no end to this wicked world
As long as there's blood on my handsAnd there's blood on my hands
And there's blood on my hands
And there's blood on my
Hmm, blood on my
Hmm, blood on my hands
Songwriters
Michael James Protich, Ryan WilliamsPublished by
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