[Craig Smith, Robert Hansen & Both ]"I've washed these hands in blood, for nothing at all.""I've washed these hands in blood, for nothing at all."If i were someone you couldn't recognize in the same dressYou couldn't recognize in the same placeWould it be pity?No, disgustI'd see poorly scrivened on your faceMuffled voices scatterScatter through thresholdsDispersed under doorsAnd through keyholesAnd burrowedIn our earsWalk softlySoftly through the hallsCursing cracking bonesAnd the boards benеathAs we bend and moan under shoеless feetDisquiet builds to shakingWondering if audible my heart pumping their bloodHome at lastHome at lastIn and out fastIn and out fast
