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| 79 7/4/01 Bloody Hands Waking up with bloody hands, Scared to death it�s not yours, Thinking back to the night before, Remembering how you weren�t alone, Looking around in complete fear, Not knowing what could be anywhere, You drop to your knees from what you now see, Yourself in the mirror, Along with a blood trail, Leading to, Your special little bathroom, Lucky you Following it still unaware, Now you see the body in the tub, The cuts and bruises all there No where to run, No one to call, You don�t want to go to jail, Out pops your gun and out pops your brain, So you�ll go to hell instead. |