Sanoja: Brooks Meredith. Wash My Hands.

Washed my hands of crimes
Pour the water over my skin, my spine
Cleanse my soul and ease my mind
I've been fixing all the damage done
Why do I always forget how far I've come?
I'm done dying for the past
I'm done dying for the past
Sins all forgiven now
Let's call it even, shall we?
Can't you judge me for my love
And not mistakes I've made
I swear by who I am and not by yesterday

I'm done dying for the past
I'm done dying for the last time
The last time, the last time, the last time
In between black and white I disappear
Circled around the stone until I landed here
I'm done dying for the past
I'm done dying for the past
I'm done dying
I'm done for the last time