I wonder if you question what you did,
I wonder if you even know,
I wonder if it pinches you ever, the destruction you caused.
At some point, I will forgive you. It's the natural order of time.
But here's the thing, sonny boy.
The joke's on you.
Because one day I will be free.
But how will you ever wash the blood off your hands?
I wonder if you even know,
I wonder if it pinches you ever, the destruction you caused.
At some point, I will forgive you. It's the natural order of time.
But here's the thing, sonny boy.
The joke's on you.
Because one day I will be free.
But how will you ever wash the blood off your hands?
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intense...
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