Dirty Hands - Extortionist

Running from ourselves

We can’t change what we’ve done

Tried to get away

This pain has gone too long

Save my troubled soul

I’m not the man you used to know

Save my soul

Forget the past and hit the road

When you leave I hear your sigh of relief

Scratch my face of every picture and memory you see

Cut my clothes and burn the notes

Leave nothing left of me

And let the ashes blow away in the breeze

We’re free

Save my troubled soul

I’m not the man you used to know

Save my soul

Forget the past and hit the road

Cut your hands on every piece that you find of me

Take you too the water, wash your hands of me

Shine ourselves under new light and find we don’t like the sight

I know it’s hard but it’s time that we say goodbye

Spend years sifting through the dirt searching for my teeth

I’ve lost all hope and I’ve been questioning

Will I ever find my smile again?

I say we put this to rest.

So long old friend

I’ve come to terms with the fact the ones you love will fucking leave

The ones you love will fucking leave

It’s time to wash those dirty hands