Blood On Your Hands

What in heaven's name has made you
 Spit on human life
 Your promised razor blade
 Has turned into a blunt bread knife 

You miss the terrorists
 While you start killing innocent
 You leave a trace of blood
 And shame across the land 

You're on your way,
 And you burn the crossed bridges
 From what you have started
 There is no return 

Once been protector
 Now you've turned to a slaughterer
 How can you sleep
 With the blood on your hands 

In this ironic story
 Are things that I can't see
 What do I have to fear
 The friend of the enemy 

I will always condemn this
 Even with my final breath
 God save us from the stupid leaders
 Who lead a million souls to death 

You're on your way,
 And you burn the crossed bridges
 From what you have started
 There is no return