The blood is on your hands

She's a flower in bloom

Despite the gloom

That fills this room.

Try to think but you can't

Her blood is on your hands

No more playing with the band

Oh how damned

She walked on the sand

The blood is on your hands

No longer in demand

Forever troll the land

The blood is on your hands.

She thought you were a fan

And now you’re not her man.

Only among the damned

Her blood is on your hands.