This is about how no matter what hand someone plays in a conflict the guilt will always be on there shoulders if they would admit it or not they would like to admit it..... but do enjoy... River of Red Afraid to do the deed but you will construct the havoc onto all of us. Frightened by the blame yet your hands are still staind with blood. Organizing the hate, ignoring the blame while trying to rinse those hands that are staind. You viewed the hate in which you created but ignorantly you don't know why your hands are of the crimson tint. You attempt to wash it away by casting the blame on the only one you wish to frame, but your hands will forever be staind of that crimson shade. Forever secret but yet you know that you will be stuck with that crimson glow. Puddles begin to form at the base of your feet while you try to run away, to cleanse yourself of that crimson glow, but even when running you will always know. That puddle forms a river that gently flows in the path you go, but now everywhere you go, will have that crimson glow. Swalow by guilt from creating such a pain on a young man that will forever remain. Now with two hands that will forever be staind with blood.