Washing Their Hands - MacHiavel

The rain is falling,

Erasing all regrets,

The wind is blowing again.

The sun is bright,

Over another shame,

We dare to do the same

How you feel,

In a world where they have all the rights to kill,

Washing their hands.

Is it real?

the sky is darkened by a thousand birds of steel

re-intro

Out of control

Now what we re going to do

Playing that role again

Out of control

I need another clue

To kill the soul of the bane

How you feel,

In a world where they have all the rights to kill,

Washing their hands.

Is it real?

the sky is darkened by a thousand birds of steel

So we can t imagine

That we ll be the next

I m afraid it s real

And we still believe

In the human races

You know what I mean

How you feel,

In a world where they have all the rights to kill,

Washing their hands.

Is it real?

the sky is darkened by a thousand birds of steel

How you feel,

In a world where they have all the rights to kill,

Washing their hands.

Is it real?

the sky is darkened by a thousand birds of steel