I wipe the blood from my hands, and wash the surface of time
I am left alone, empty and dying
My choices have made themselves and lifted the weight of all
These dreams cripple me. The pressure pulls me down
Free, free at last. Freedom from all my past
I wipe the blood from my hands, and wash the surface of time
I am left alone, empty and dying
My choices have made themselves and lifted the weight of all
There is nothing to fill this void, and tears still pour down my face
Free, free at last. For me nothing lasts