My bloody hands are washed. All your fools gold was fit for a king. You nailed me to your cross. These bloody hands are washed. Leave me dying, and see I'm not a God.
But nobody knows the places that we've been. So just say your goodbyes.
Like you always wanted me to do? Yes, I've been close to death. Have you heard of what I said? On your knees 'till they bleed. Thanks to you I've become the Devil's only son.