Washing their hands
MachiavelErasing all regrets,
The wind is blowing again.
The sun is bright,
Over another shame,
We dare to do the same
How you feel,
In a world where they have all the rights to kill,
Washing their hands.
Is it real?
the sky is darkened by a thousand birds of steel
re-intro
Out of control
Now what we're going to do
Playing that role again
Out of control
I need another clue
To kill the soul of the bane
How you feel,
In a world where they have all the rights to kill,
Washing their hands.
Is it real?
the sky is darkened by a thousand birds of steel
So we can't imagine
That we'll be the next
I'm afraid it's real
And we still believe
In the human races
You know what I mean
How you feel,
In a world where they have all the rights to kill,
Washing their hands.
Is it real?
the sky is darkened by a thousand birds of steel
How you feel,
In a world where they have all the rights to kill,
Washing their hands.
Is it real?
the sky is darkened by a thousand birds of steel