I've done countless dirty deals and crooked cons without my conscience being bothered, yeah
I put a pistol to my head then laid my bed, said, "Fuck you all" then pulled the trigger

I stole flowers from the graves of fallen souls and made a bouquet wrapped in sorrow
I betray the ones I love, I sold them out and never even made a dollar, yeah
And all of this blood on my hands
Has made me the man I am
I can look you in the eyes and tell a lie and you'll believe me like it's gospel

I'll pretend to be your friend but in the end I guarantee I'll treat you awful
See, there's no one that I trust and no I don't believe in good, that game's for losers
There's just three kinds in this world: the ones abused, the ones who watch and the abusers
All of this blood on my hands
Has made me the man I am
All of this blood on my hands
Has made me the man I am
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This is not a declaration, this is just my situation as it stands

Every wicked thing I ever did I've only done because I know I can
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I'm not looking for salvation, I have no concern for what is good or bad

I'm not asking for forgiveness, you can stick those good intentions up your ass
'Cause all of this blood on my hands
Has made me the man I am
All of this blood on my hands
Has made me the man I am
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All of this blood on my hands
Has made me the man I am
All of this blood on my hands
Has made me the man I am