Lyrics:
blood on the ground
Oh, oh, yeah, ooh
Hand over my heart, I swear I've tried
Everything I could within all my power
Two weeks and one hour, I slaved
taught since I was young
Eat them for pleasure one by one
Taking a life without a cause
When will I realize I was wrong
Blood on my hands
Blood on your
Cuts on my wrist
Replacing my hand
Blood on my
Blood on my
Blood on my
Blood on my hand
I gave you my all
You can tell by my hand
There's blood on my
hand
You warm by the firelight, in twilight's blue
Shadows creep & dance the walls
He's creeping too..
So glad you could stay
Forever
Where should I start
Disjointed heart
I've got no commitment to my own flesh and blood
Left all alone
Far from my home
No one to hear me,
hand
You warm by the firelight, in twilight's blue
Shadows creep & dance the walls
He's creeping too..
So glad you could stay
Forever
sand
Wipe the blood away from my dying hand
If I give myself to you
Would you lay with me in a field of stone?
If my needs were strong
Would you
and mocked,
But suddenly all their mocking stopped.
For on the wall, there appeared a hand,
Nothin' else, there was no man.
In blood the hand began
But suddenly all their mocking stopped
For on the wall, there appeared a hand
Nothin' else, there was no man
In blood the hand began to write
and mocked,
But suddenly all their mocking stopped.
For on the wall, there appeared a hand,
Nothin' else, there was no man.
In blood the hand began
suddenly all their mocking stopped
For on the wall there appeared a hand
Nothing else, there was no man
In blood the hand began to write
And Belshazzar
the Red man knows war
With his hands and his knives
On the bible you swore
Fought your battle with lies
Oh yeah
Leave my body in shame
Leave my soul
Live by the sword and help to contain
The helpless minds of you all
Die by my hand in pools of blood
Clutch yourself as you fall
Mindless
the southern zone
I pay in blood, but not my own
Low cards are what I've got
But I'll play this hand whether I like it or not
I'm sworn to uphold the laws
Get out of my blood, salamander
I can't seem to blow off enough steam to get you out of my head
Soul cycle you to death, run you out of my blood
sand
Wipe the blood away from my dying hand
If I give myself to you
Would you lay with me in a field of stone?
If my needs were strong
Would you
Getting my facts from a Benneton ad
I'm lookin' through African eyes
Lit by the glare of an L.A. fire
I've got a face, not just my race, Bang
of a time when
To be English is not to be baneful
To be standing by the flag not feeling shameful, racist or partial
Irish blood, English heart, this I'm
of a time when,
To be English is not to be baneful,
To be standing by the flag, not feeling shameful,
Racist or racial
Irish blood English heart,
This
my destiny, it'll have to be
So I'll face the future
Running out of time
I'm on the line
But I'll go down fighting
Felt the hand of justice
your hands clap your hands clap em
Its been determined we have overcome by the blood of the one of lamb that he saves and he never back we know in 3
and rivers
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
chest, the Sierra Madre
My hips, every high and byway
That you trace with your fingertips like a Toyota
Run your hands over me like a Land Rover
In
such foolish dreams
My flesh and blood
Is no more real to me
Than what it seems
My love for you is burning
Like a spark along a fuse
I feel your
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