A loaded gun against my head
Five empty spaces leaving one that's full of lead
A flash of lightning through my head
Bang bang bang
A shooter's desperate call for fame
But there are better ways to die
And you have so much more to gain
Wash these hands
Wash these hands
Wash these hands
Wash these hands clean of me
Im so tired
Tired of the old me who only falls face down
I will find the strength to pick myself up off the ground
You hold your head so high
A crude sense of achievement with deception in your eyes
Here's three cheers to living lies
Hey hey hey
You live to see another day
But what's the point in living
When you live your life in vain
Wash these hands
Wash these hands
Wash these hands
Wash these hands clean of me
Im so tired
Tired of the old me who only falls face down
I will find the strength to pick myself up off the ground
Shattered pieces of my past
Haunting me and leading nowhere fast
I don't know if I can change my ways
Wash these hands
Wash these hands clean of me
Im so tired
Tired of the old me who only falls face down
I will find the strength to pick myself up off the ground
You live to see another day
Don't live your life in vain
I will never be the same
I will never be the same