Took a lonely feeling just to let them in and sink like the sun goes down

Never close to heaven

Feel my feet were burning from the cigarette on th'ground

There's blood on my hands, there's blood on my hands

Yeah, there's blood

It's getting hard to listen when the clock is ticking

Counting down the days gone by

Praying for an answer to another question that will leave you dry

You won't understand, with your head in the sand

No, you won't

But I'll curse the ground where you kneel

Till I grow my hair to my heels

Spike your water, your wine

While you waste my precious time

Everytime I drink and try to stop my thinking

About the things I said and done

Stop the world from turning faster

Then I'm learning not to just hide and run

You won't understand, with your…