LYRICS
POSTER CHILD
I’ve held the knife,
I’ve touched the blade.
Point the gun,
I’m there to blame.
The sun was pure
In an empty sky.
Then came sin
In you and I.
I’ve closed my eyes
So I could see.
Forgotten now,
My memory.
Pseudo tongues
Jade reality.
A fatal life
Of Immortality.
Try to wash my hands of this…
Try to wash this off my hands…
Try to wash my hands of you…
Try to wash you off my hands…
Hung on the wall,
Nail in head.
Only paper,
Still it bled.
(Poster child),
Baby blue eyes.
(Drive me wild),
I believe your lies.
Like suicide,
A self-inflicted wound.
Religious idols,
Did you market them, too?
Dues ex machina,
Triple nine to 666.
In god we trust
On the crucifix.
Try to wash my hands of this…
Try to wash this off my hands…
Try to wash my hands of you…
Try to wash you off my hands…
And I will wash my hands of this.
I’ve touched the blade.
Point the gun,
I’m there to blame.
The sun was pure
In an empty sky.
Then came sin
In you and I.
I’ve closed my eyes
So I could see.
Forgotten now,
My memory.
Pseudo tongues
Jade reality.
A fatal life
Of Immortality.
Try to wash my hands of this…
Try to wash this off my hands…
Try to wash my hands of you…
Try to wash you off my hands…
Hung on the wall,
Nail in head.
Only paper,
Still it bled.
(Poster child),
Baby blue eyes.
(Drive me wild),
I believe your lies.
Like suicide,
A self-inflicted wound.
Religious idols,
Did you market them, too?
Dues ex machina,
Triple nine to 666.
In god we trust
On the crucifix.
Try to wash my hands of this…
Try to wash this off my hands…
Try to wash my hands of you…
Try to wash you off my hands…
And I will wash my hands of this.