Martin Grech

The Washing Hands
Underneath the outside is the insideFilled with green and white lies that he hidesThe wind will carry your thoughtsInto the devil's ear so he might hearOn his mind the truth lays a burdenIn the lock the key's neck is brokenThe wind will carry your thoughtsInto the devil's ear so he might hearTestify against me, I am guiltyTell my lie, only truth can release meThe wind will carry your voiceInto the devil's ear so he might hearThe lonely voice of GodDoes not reach him From Letras Mania