Clouds - 4pm lyrics

I'm a bitter twisted soul With my hands behind my back I feel my shiny silver blade Love on my right hand Hate on my right hand God at my command But they don't understand Why I've got blood on my hands So much blood on my hands I've got your blood on my hands All the work I try to do Is in essence what the good books Says is true, I say to you Let the judgement begin Punish them for their sin Let the sun shine in Good over evil will win Because I've got blood on my hands So much blood on my hands I've got your blood on my great hands I've got blood on my hands So much blood on my hands I've got your blood on my hands It's four in the afternoon And you're looking like a who*e Made up in blue You're gonna learn See the look in my eye Better not start to cry You know the reason why You're gonna have to die Because I've got blood on my hands So much blood on my hands I've got your blood on my big hands I've got blood on my hands So much blood on my hands I've got your blood on my hands I've got your blood on my hands I need your blood on my hands