Washing Their Hands

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