My hands were once white until you painted them red,
And as a child I believed all the words you say,
As a child I believed your lies of me,
As a child I thought that was the truth of me,

And as I grew up my pain turned to bitterness,
And bitterness gave birth to hatred,
And hatred gave birth to destruction,

My broken heart released the criminals,
And punished the innocents,
My broken heart made me a criminal,

So I prayed to God to set me free,
And so He did,
He took my...