Blood On Your Hands

My pain is constant and sharp
And I do not hope for a better world for anyone

I've got the files, and I've got the proof
Got a chest and head full of wounds
Only you, me, and God know the truth
And we're on to you

'Cause what you left dead won't stay that way
When you bury it down in a six-inch grave
Better cover your face, better change your name
'Cause you fled the scene, but you're not getting away (getting away)

You broke in uninvited
Shoved that knife through my heart
Then turned around and somehow, you threw down the victim card
Thought you cleaned up the evidence
Turns out you're not that slick
'Cause you're walkin' around like an innocent man
But you've got blood on your hands

You can try, try to rinse your sins down the sink
But there's not enough bleach you can drink
To wash your stains, your slate
Yeah, I know everything

So send it all down, baby, down that drain (down, down, down the drain)
'Cause dirty runs deep in your DNA
Better cover your face, better change your name (your name)
'Cause you fled the scene, but you're not getting away

You broke in uninvited
Shoved that knife through my heart
Then turned around and somehow you threw down the victim card
Thought you cleaned up the evidence
Turns out you're not that slick
'Cause you're walkin' around like an innocent man
But you've got blood on your hands

I've got the files, and I've got your number (oh)
Yeah, I've got the files, oh, what a bummer
Better run, motherfucker

You broke in uninvited
Shoved that knife through my heart
Then turned around and somehow you threw down the victim card
Thought you cleaned up the evidence
Turns out you're not that slick (you're not that slick)
'Cause you're walkin' around like an innocent man
But you've got blood on your hands

(No, you're not slick)
('Cause you're walkin' around like an innocent man)
You've got blood on your hands