Whose Blood

The ledger I was keepin' was a book I didn't write The first page and the second page didn't match If page one is still in play page two should be redacted You can't lose two plus two and get five You can't be merciful and also command genocide Tell me whose blood washes whose hands And the wages are a hell of a thing But the job never was guaranteed Some of us were saved and some of us were sent To cut our teeth on a limestone basement On a limestone basement So tell me whose blood washes whose hands The author and the lamb And what do I do with this red ink And what do I do with these red hands And what do I do with this red ink And what do I do with these red hands All them pages preach about mercy and grace 'Til they meet you in the parking lot tell you to your face If you aren't on my team you better get the hell away I thought we were taught to bring them back I thought we were taught to bring them back But some of us were saved and some of us were sent To cut our teeth on a limestone basement On a limestone basement So tell me whose blood washes whose hands The author and the lamb And what do I do with this red ink And what do I do with these red hands And what do I do with this red ink And what do I do with these red hands I know It ain't my first time with my back on the grass I spent my whole life trying to fit my foot in glass Just for it to slip off my heel and land Where I landed Landed Oh and I'm sittin' here thinkin' Damn Sittin' here thinkin' Damn