[Intro] I ain’t holy. I ain’t pure. But I'll be damned before I let you touch 'em. [Verse] Yeah, I’ve lied, I’ve sinned, I’ve bled in the night, Got skeletons dancing when I kill the lights, I don’t wear a halo, mine broke in a fight, But I know damn well what’s wrong and what’s right. You prey on the weak like it’s part of the game, Hide behind power, position, and fame, You call me a villain? Cool — I’ll take the name, But I’m the nightmare creeping when you look for blame. I’ve walked through hell with gasoline veins, Got dirt on my soul, got ash in my brain, But when you swing at the small and defenseless, I turn ruthless, relentless, tremendous. [Pre Chorus] I don’t need redemption to throw a punch, Don’t need forgiveness to make you run. [Chorus] I’m a sinner standing guard at the gates, Dirty hands but my heart don’t break, You push the helpless? Then push through me, I’ll bring the war you don’t wanna see. I ain’t a saint, I don’t pretend, But I’ll fight like hell ’til the hurting ends, Call me damned, call me unclean— I’m the last line standing in between. [Verse] You feast on fear, yeah I’ve tasted it too, Difference is I never made a meal out of you, I know what it’s like when nobody stands, When the world turns cold and won’t lend a hand. So I plant my boots where the line gets thin, Where the wolves start circling, licking their grin, You think I’m reckless? Nah, I’m aware— I just don’t give a damn if it isn’t fair. My record ain’t spotless, my past ain’t clean, But I’d rather raise hell than bow to a king, If protecting the broken’s a dangerous role, Then carve that title straight into my soul. [Bridge] You want a hero? Go look in a book! I’m the sinner they overlook! No shining armor, just scars and rage— I’ll tear you down if you cage the caged! [Guitar Solo] [Final Chorus] I’m a sinner standing guard at the gates, Blood on my knuckles, carrying weight, You touch the voiceless, you answer to me, I’ll light up your throne and shatter your seat. No choir singing when I defend, Just thunder rolling when I step in, Heaven can judge me when it’s done— Till then I fight like I’m already one. [Outro] I don’t fight for glory. I don’t fight for grace. I fight because somebody has to.

Dirty Hands, Clean Intentions