Change in the air And they'll hide everywhere And no one knows who's in control Repress and restrain Still the pressure and the pain Wash the blood off your hands This time she won't understand You're working so hard And you're never in charge

The blood is on your tongue as well as your hands. Is it the same for you? Archaic and content you just wash them off Well I swear there's a ghost on this Island His hands, all covered in blood My wife inquired of understanding But of course my dear, you