• The possibility of undoing what's done
    Is the impossibility of bringing back what's gone
    Same as having all while having none
    No, like having all but only one

    I could not seem to contain it
    I cannot begin to explain it
    All I can say is, I could not detain it
    All that time trying to refrain it
    Gone, with this, and your blood that did stain it

    Now with these blood stained hands
    I sit and pray while this still stands
    What I've done won't wash away with the sands
    I just watch the pool around you as it expands
    No matter how much I try, I just can't clean these blood stained hands

    I thought I could hold it in for so long
    I though I could stay strong
    I wish I wouldn't have gotten strung
    Maybe then things wouldn't have gone wrong

    Now with these blood stained hands
    I sit and pray while this still stands
    What I've done won't wash away with the sands
    I just watch the pool around you as it expands
    No matter how much I try, I just can't clean these blood stained hands

    Now I have only one
    No, not one, I have none
    All the while on the run
    Knowing what I'd done
    Knowing that you're gone...

    Now with these blood stained hands
    I run away while this still stands
    What I've done won't wash away with the sands
    I left that pool of blood that still expands
    No matter how much I try, I just can't clean these blood stained hands