Cain

Wicked words embrace the darkness

For reasons too cruel

They hide in the throats of cowards who wait

In the shadows with knives for fools

Angry words lie still on the script

And wait for their scene

They leap from the lips of lovers' betrayal

Too bitter to blame on caffeine

Love waved a white flag

Fear ran her through

What could I do

I washed my robe in the river

I washed my hands in the rain

I washed my robe in the river

I cursed the crime and the stain

Wicked words embrace the darkness

For reasons too cruel

They hide in the throats of cowards who wait

In the shadows with knives for fools

Love waved a white flag

Fear ran her through

What could I do

I washed my robe in the river

I washed my hands in the rain

I washed my robe in the river

I cursed the crime and the stain

I washed my robe in the river

I washed my hands in the rain

I washed my robe in the river

I cursed the crime and the stain

Love waved a white flag

Fear raised a gun

What have I done

I washed my robe in the river

I washed my hands in the rain

I washed my robe in the river

I cursed the crime and the stain

I washed my robe in the river

I washed my hands in the rain

I washed my robe in the river

I cursed the crime and the stain

I washed my robe in the river

I washed my hands in the rain

I washed my robe in the river

I cursed the crime and the stain

I washed my robe in the river