Blood On Your Hands کے بول

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