Hands Clean

By my hand But by your own choice My venom you'll drink and in your drunken haze you'll Proclaim the love for the sweet taste that is my malice Your addiction will be the pleasure that will get you through Your gray surrounding that you'll never know to be my child You will drink the blood of "lesser" men What you do not know you cannot taste My wickedness you will eat and then You'll wash your hands clean in their sweat My venom you'll drink and in your drunken haze you Will not know what it is that slowly kills you Through my gift you will live And by my hand you will choose to die You will drink the blood of "lesser" men What you do not know you cannot taste My wickedness you will eat and then You'll wash your hands clean in their sweat You will drink the blood of "lesser" men What you do not know you cannot taste My wickedness you will eat and then You'll wash your hands clean You will drink the blood of "lesser" men What you do not know you cannot taste My wickedness you will eat and then You'll wash your hands clean in their sweat By my hand But by your own choice