Bloody Hands

NARRATOR
When we last left Paul he had just seen his friends brutally murdered by a killer he drew with his own hands and he was left to climb the hill of skulls and the Castle of Bones alone…with the Panda Man behind him, moving quickly

Whatchya gone do with the blood on yo hands
Can't wash it off try hard as you can....
Its all yo fault, ooooo
You might get caught ooooo

Guilt is the heaviest companion to carry
Paul slung it over his shoulder
Climbed up a tall hilla skulls, strewn among bones and boulders
The howl screamed wind behind him it got colder

While the right hand grabs, left foot lifts
Right arm pulls, heart beat skips...

Fear is a motivating friend at best
Paul listened to its calm steady advice
As he reached the top, and never looked back
The castle of bones front gate, already cracked
So the right hand reached, the left hand pushed
Head peeps thru, the boy runs in

Whatchya gone do with the blood on yo hands
Can't wash it off try hard as you can....
Its all yo fault, ooooo
You might' get caught ooooo

The tears ran hot, as he rushed to the stairs
Slow footsteps behind
Stairs made of bones
Walls made of bone
What was gonna kill him first would it be the heartbreak, or the knife

Right foot steps, left foot trips
Picks himself up, heartbeat skips

Shame is the quietest comrade
Torchlight flickers, blood runs quicker
Steep staircase winds, gut gets sicker
Picturing the death of friends, sobs and shivers
Dim lit halls, long shadows stretch
Throat shuts tight, gags short breaths

The panda man behind...maybe two flights
Better run quick, or more death tonight
Almost there, almost where
Water drops ice cold fall on his hair

Right eye cries, the left arm wipes
Energy runs low, right leg steps

Left leg steps, right leg go
Come on feet, no time to move slow
Right foot drags, left foot leads
The killer don't tire no, he just gains speed

His right foot stalks, left leg haunts
Right hand grips knife, left hand taunts

Whatchya gone do with the blood on yo hands
Can't wash it off try hard as you can....
Its all yo fault
You might' get caught ooooo

Salvation is a door at the top of the stairs
Ready as it seems, metal at the seams
Thick ancient oakwood heavy as it swings
Sorta like his heart was heavy at the strings
Hand pulls door, sho wasn't his
Warm hand pulls him in, silver teeth grin

Relief is a familiar face come to your aid
Then your shoulders let loose the exhaustion and pain
And you collapse on the ground, curlin up in a ball
While the thief king comforts you cradlin' arms

Door slams shut
Tears run foul
Paul's safe now
Theif King bows