The things these hands have done
The past comes back to haunt me
The things these hands have done
My mind is a terrible place

I’ve seen wuthering depths
Who do I owe my debt
The payment comes as a surprise
They can see it in my eyes

We all deserve what we get
Hand in hand with death
Then the rooms get too cold
But it’s just the cost of souls

The things these hands have done
The past comes back to haunt me
The things these hands have done
My mind is a terrible place

I will bury it down
Where nothing can be found
Try to let go of the blame
But I never feel the same

I’m a stranger to my town
Wait too long to renounce
I know how to play it nice
Because I have a heart of ice