She ran to the garden and she broke off a rose
That she held so tight
And those innocent eyes are now stained with the tears
Of her own delight
In the blindness of love, in the rush for the taste
You can find
You’ve got blood on your hands

The poets of desire they cry out in the night
For what they’ll never find
They are the soldiers of truth
And love is the battleground
Falling victim to lies for the pleasures of flesh
And the joy of the sin

I got Blood On My Hands
I got Blood On My Hands
I’m bleeding from the heart
I got this blood
Got Blood On My Hands

Didn’t try to escape from the thrill of the ride
Of my suicide
Thought I’d get through without losing my life
With the power of a lie
But here as I stand
With what strength that I can
God I know, yes I know

I got Blood On My Hands
I got Blood On My Hands
I’m bleeding from the heart
I got this blood

I got Blood On My Hands
I got Blood On My Hands
I’m bleeding from the heart
And I know
I got this blood
Got Blood On My Hands