Where does the blood come from? Trickles down the wall and onto the floor. And for some time it goes, a flood of red. It's by your hand and your design. No sign. an invisible stain. with the metallic tang. Take the blame, take the blame, take the blame, You are not the innocent child. Take the blame, take the blame, take the blame, You haven't washed your hands for some time now. I'd like you, to meet you. because you have not seen yourself in truth. and have been living a lie. strafing a line of shadow and light. Take the blame, take the blame, take the blame, You are not the innocent child. Take the blame, take the blame, take the blame, You haven't washed your hands for some time now. It's gone, the memories, the good ones we shared together, and you hurt everyone you could. Take the blame, take the blame, take the blame, You are not the innocent child. Take the blame, take the blame, take the blame, You haven't washed your hands for some time now.
