Blood Incrusted In My Hands - DJ TAKUMANE, No Sauce & Robbgikma

You felt the coldness in my eyes And something I'm not revealing Though you got used to my disguise You can't shake this awful feeling It's the me that I let you know 'Cause I never show, I have my reasons I hate to say that I told you so But I told you so Yeah! There's blood on my hands Like the blood in you Some things can't be treated So, don't make me, don't make me Be myself around you Straight from you eyes It's barely me, beautifully so disfigured This other side that you can't see Just praying you won't remember Feel the pain that I never show And I hope you know, it's never healing I hate to say that I told you so But I told you so Yeah! There's blood on my hands Like the blood in you Some things can't be treated So, don't make me, don't make me Be myself around you Straight from your eyes It's barely me; beautifully so disfigured (there's blood) This other side that you can't see Just praying you won't remember There's blood There's blood There's blood, blood, blood! There's blood on my hands Like the blood in you Some things can't be treated So, don't make me, don't make me Be myself around you (There's blood) there's blood on my hands (There's blood) like the blood in you (There's blood) some things can't be treated (There's blood) so, don't make me, don't make me Be myself around you There's blood (Is it really that hard for you to believe?)

Got blood on my hands Got blood on my hands And I don't understand what's happening There's blood on these hands And still Americans left to the Taliban Now how's that happening? Winkin', blinkin', can't you look me in the eyes? Willy Milley, tell me when did you decide? This we'll defend Your sacred motto now means: never mind Hands Got blood on my hands Got blood on my hands Flag of the Taliban Over Afghanistan General Austin, is there no honor in shame? Can you spell Bagram without the letters in blame? Did uncle Joe stick a drip in your veins? Hands I can't hear her scream if she's not, she's not She's not on TV I can't hear him scream if he's not, he's not He's not on TV To every Afghan ally that we left behind Every child who won't know freedom Faces covered and blind As for this American promise Now shit in the fire Hands Got blood on our hands Hey Joe, just one American (who, who, who) Asking What's happening?

Took a lonely feeling just to let them in, and sink like the sun goes down Never close to heaven Feel my feet were burning from the cigarette on the ground There's blood on my hands, there's blood on my hands Yeah, there's blood It's getting hard to listen when the clock is ticking Counting down the days gone by Praying for an answer to another question that will leave you dry You won't understand, with your head in the sand No, you won't But I'll curse the ground where you kneel Till I grow my hair to my heels Spike your water, your wine While you waste my precious time Every time I drink, and try to stop my thinking About the things I said and done Stop the world from turning faster Then I'm learning not to just hide, and run You won't understand, with your head in the sand No, you won't, yeah Love came, and went faster than a penny's bend in this hot machine Nowhere near the devil just somewhere in between you, and me Sworn to secrecy And I'll curse the ground where you kneel Till I grow my hair to my heels Spike your water, your wine There's blood on my hands, there's blood on my hands There's blood on my hands, there's blood on my hands Yeah, there's blood There's blood on my hands, yeah, there's blood Took a lonely feeling just to let them in, and sink like the sun goes down Never close to heaven, feel my feet were burning from the cigarette on the ground