Blood on hands

Everything around you
And all the things around you
Maybe you?ve noticed

The why of your existence
All doors are closed
And dirty hands of blood

But still a light
But can it blind you?
Behind the curtains

Something waiting for you
And there?s always a surprise
And the blood on hands

Are you happy?
Or just pretend to be?
The theater of life
Tormenting me

I don?t know where
To leave my heart
It stays right here

Without this pain
All doors are closed
And dirty hands of blood

But still a light
But can it blind you?
Behind the curtains

Something waiting for you
And there is always surprise
And the blood on hands