The Scientist's Monologue

I Can see you
I've no time to watch you play
I can hear you
I've no time to understand
Could search for you
There's no time to find you
Could love you
I've never learned to share
The blood of my heart
So wash it away
The blood on my hands
Wash it away
From my cold cold hands
My heart of stone
The blood on my hands wash it away
Wash it away
The blood on my hands wash it away