I cleansed my hands of corruption today For I had done a filthy deed I gazed into the mirror I saw corruptions seed
In harvest of its fruits My ends justified my means And although there's not a mark I'll not be truly clean
You may question what I did But it is my belief That it's better to feel something Even if it makes you bleed
There lies a sense of resignation, of guilt, of hatred and emotions, where previously there were none. My selfish actions have hurt another, and I am sorry for that