The Hand That Leads

I've given this all up before to find that I have nothing We are men of constant sorrow Don't drink the water, they've poisoned the well From which this hand has misled you And forced you to drink It served us well, this myth of hope; Your bigotry and engulfing lies. You were a glimmer of hope Black shades fell as you left How does it feel to know your worth? Drifting amongst the droids Egotistic bodies plague Like disease spread over these waves For with each crash I die inside Move on, grow on Your stains won't wash away Putrid stench still lingering You'll miss her You'll miss him Miss them Yet you got away You can't escape yourself When each time we met was beneath your sheets