Born With Blood On My Hands - Scream Silence

Dearest mother

must I still suffer

can’t you ever look beyond

what ever say I’ve done

Save me mother

from the taunting mirror

and malice in your eyes

you cared not to disguise

I won’t be mourned

I understand

but I was born

with blood on my hands

with blood on my hands

and it stayed there

And trough the storm

my journey’s planned

for I’ve been scorned

across the land

there’s blood on my hands

and it stayed there

Dearest father

no mercy for your martyr

I tell you I have tried

to stop avoiding life

All my brothers

stood by one another

you told them that I stained

your precious family name

I want be mourned…

I have sworn

on the witness stand

that I was born

with blood on my hands

with blood on my hands

and I stayed there