Verse
I tread the ground where
Those men, once alive
Were laid to rest.
I felt the weight on my chest intensify
Like an angel falling from the sky
Into the deep blue sea.
These graves had hopes and dreams once
That now have ceased to be.
Pre-Chorus
Can we forgive ourselves?
Will you forgive me?
Can we forgive ourselves?
We aren't what we thought we'd be.
Chorus
This is my killing hand.
I am a killer.
This is my killing hand.
May I shake yours?
Verse
You walk the streets alone at night
But you can't control the shaking in your knees.
We're like busy bees,
Flying far and wide away from the hive
As if there is no end to the pollen
That will make us rich.
Did your mother never tell you,
Too much honey will make you sick, my friend,
Pre-Chorus
Can we forgive ourselves?
Will you forgive me?
Can we forgive ourselves?
We aren't what we thought we'd be.
Chorus
This is my killing hand.
I am a killer.
This is my killing hand.
May I shake yours?
Tag
Murderer! Give me a bear hug!
Come to papa, you son of the devil.
Murderer! Give me a bear hug!
We tried to shake it off, but it's in our blood!
Chorus (whispered)
This is my killing hand.
I am a killer.
This is my killing hand.
May I shake yours?
Tag/Outro
Murderer! Give me a bear hug!
Come to papa, you son of the devil.
Murderer! Give me a bear hug!
We tried to shake it off, but it's in our blood!