Fading from Battery 7" by Battery

Again the clock is ticking counting off our lives
I watch my childhood fading in to time
All of my convictions are covering my eyes
All that I believed in now has made me blind

Wash my hands of the past
Let my soul be free
Wash my hands of the past
What did it all mean?

Standing here all alone drowning in my desires
I’ve grown to hate the cold but too scared to touch the fire
The closer I get to shore the tide keeps rising higher
Take my hand and pull me out, this body is growing tired

Wash my hands of the past
Let my soul be free
Wash my hands of the past
What did it all mean?

Looking on with crying eyes
Wishing and wishing for time
Holding your hand
To protect my innocent mind

I close my eyes for my mind again

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