Blood on my Hands

Raise my head and scream at the night
I didn't even put up a fight
Riddled with guilt, filled with shame
No one has to know my name

There's blood on my hands from the people I've harmed
And the lives I touch by extending my arm
And the evil man that I've become
Is nothing more than a monster to some

The hate that builds inside my heart
And hate that was there from the start
All turned inward on my soul
Forever darkened from the pain I stole

Light a candle and it is shown
That the blood on my hands is...my own.