Yesterday was quite a day, and I've been a bad boy
I enjoyed wiping that smile off your face
Accident, act of God, fate or destiny
The hypocrits, they're mourning, it's all just such a waste

Clean on the inside
My hands are dripping with the blood
Clean on the inside
My face is covered in the blood
Clean on the inside
And that's all that matters

Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead

Quiet down, folk will hear, stop with the screaming
I can see a boy of fifteen scared in your eyes
The hypocrits, they shift the blame, they're pointing their finger
Well, so be it, I am damned for your demise

Clean on the inside
My hands are dripping with the blood
Clean on the inside
My face is covered in the blood
Clean on the inside
And that is all that matters

Am I not on this lonely planet?
I hope I get home
This is not how I had planned it
Dying on my own
Over...

My hands on my ears, blocking the sound
I put the fucker into the ground

You turned up dead
Yeah, I'm clean, I'm clean


Lyrics submitted by Haunted Devil

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