These shades of graynHaunted by his shadownAnd stirring stormy skiesnHe begs for delightnOh, he freezes her soulnnHe’s falling hardnAs cities crumblenAway into the darknAnd he wakes to see the fear in her eyesnOh, how he loves those eyesnnThe blood on his guilty hands is raining on menIt leaves me coldnnThese filthy landsnHis guilty hands they touchnIts cold as icenLike soul-sucking lifenScream into empty nightnEmpty nightnnThe blood on his guilty hands is rainingnIt leaves me coldnIt leaves me coldnIt leaves me coldnnShe says, “I don’t want to feelnThe way I do nownFor the shame no one will knownWhat his guilty hands have done”nnAnd when she dreamsnShe really wants to float on the seanBut he’s tied a rock to her feetnShe’s screaming in her sleepnIn her sleepnnThe blood on his guilty hands is rainingnIt leaves me coldnIt leaves me coldnIt leaves me coldnnShe says, “I don’t want to feelnThe way I do nownFor the shame no one will knownWhat his guilty hands have done”nnHow can I get away?nHow can I get him away?nHow can I get away?nHow can I get him away?nHow can I get away?nHow can I get him away?nHow can I get away?nHow can I get away?nnThe blood on his guilty hands is rainingnI don’t want to feel the bloodnFeel the bloodnFeel its rainingnI don’t want to feel those handsnCold, cold handsnIt’s rainingnHow can I get awaynFrom the blood, it’s my bloodnOh, it’s rainingnnShe says, “I don’t want to feelnThe way I do nownFor the shame no one will knownWhat his guilty hands have done”