Blood On My Hands
32 Leaves (www.interpunk.com) Lyrics

Closed in around me
Feeling trapped by my surroundings.

The walls are like enemies
The walls seem to be working against me.

Trying to trap me inside
The walls seem like they're trying to keep me in.

You are the same with your devious inklings
You have manipulative thoughts and intentions.

Trying to take me for mine
You're trying to take advantage of me for personal gain.

Well I don?t know what you want from me
I'm unclear on your motives and desires.

I?ve given you everything
I've given you all that I can.

Even the air I breathe
I've given you all of myself, including the very essence of my being.

And I don?t know what you?re trying to prove
I don't understand what you're attempting to demonstrate or gain from this situation.

I?ve got nothing left to lose
I have no more to offer; there's nothing left for me to risk or sacrifice.

Either way
Regardless of what happens, no matter which direction this takes or how it ends up.

I know I?m only giving away the guilt in me
I suspect that by continuing down this path, I will only be providing further confirmation of my sense of wrongdoing and shame.

Giving away complicity
I'm also aware that my actions or decisions may lead to me being implicated or involved in something I'd rather avoid.

The feeling is surreal but the blood?s still on my hands
Even though it may not feel real, I know that I bear responsibility for the consequences of my choices, and I can't escape that fact.

Guilty I may be but you?re the epitome
I acknowledge my culpability, but I also recognize that you represent the ultimate example or embodiment of wrongdoing in this situation.

Blaming the world for your crimes
Rather than accepting responsibility for your own actions or choices, you're attempting to shift the blame to external factors.

Soon comes the ending where I?ll be left standing
The conclusion of this matter will leave me alone and vulnerable.

Alone here to die
I'll be left to face the consequences of my actions without any support or assistance.

On my time
This will happen when it's my time; it's only a matter of when.

{chorus}
Repeating the chorus - the blood's still on my hands, guilt and complicity are being given away, and the feeling is surreal.

I?ll stay numb until the guilt is gone
I'll continue to try to avoid taking responsibility or feeling guilty until I can't anymore.

When blood stained on my hands is fading
Once I've finally let go of my denial and self-deception, and the reality of my situation has become clear, then the blood on my hands will start to fade away.

Fade?
Asking a rhetorical question - will the blood on my hands ever truly fade away, or will I always carry that burden with me?