Song
Clean Hands
Ollifax
•3:49•hip-hop•angry
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Clean Hands is a raw, unflinching indictment of those who send others to war from the safety of padded chairs and perfume suits, never bearing the cost of the orders they sign. Built on the album's core gaming metaphor, the song contrasts the irreversibility of one real life against the moral weightlessness of those who treat human beings as numbers on a briefing slip. It is one of the most politically direct tracks on No Respawn, channeling genuine combat experience into a controlled, simmering rage against institutional cowardice.
Credits
ComposerOllifax
LyricistOllifax
ProducerPeter Jaffray
MixingOllifax
MasteringOllifax
Copyright & Legal
Ollifax Music
PublisherOllifax Music
LabelOllifax Music
LicenseAll Rights Reserved
Recorded inNunavut
Lyrics
He never spawns in. He never spawns in. He never spawns in. He never spawns in. We pay the cost. WE PAY THE COST. Clean hands sign. Dry cuffs move. Warm room votes. Cold ground proves. He spends lives from a padded chair. Never smells cordite. Never breathes that air. Every tyrant got a clean suit. Every order got a buried root. Poor kid logs in with one real life. Rich man watches from satellite light. He never spawns in. He never spawns in. He never spawns in. We pay the cost. One life spent. Clean hands washed. He never spawns in. We pay the cost. Paper trigger. Gold pen click. Names turn small on a briefing slip. No mud on shoes. No blood on sleeve. Just numbers moved where mothers grieve. This ain't uniform hate. I know that cloth. This is clean power that writes men off. No recoil felt. No night shift shock. Just dry hands signing another clock. The deadliest hand never touched steel. The safest mouth called it real. No spawn. No stain. No cost. No shame. CLEAN HANDS. He never saw the alley flood. Never saw teeth spit pink blood. Never saw boys trade sleep for mud. Never heard mothers chew grief like cud. He never felt the frostbite bite. Never wore plates through a frozen night. Never had tongue split on a tooth. Never gave orders then carried proof. He got a driver. He got a room. He got a flag and a perfume suit. We got a line. We got a debt. We got one life and no reset. Who wrote the order. Who took the stair. Who cashed the invoice. Who bled out there. Spend no sons you won't stand beside. Say no war from the warm inside. He never spawns in. He never spawns in. He never spawns in. We pay the cost. One life spent. Clean hands washed. He never spawns in. We pay the cost. He never spawns in. He never spawns in. Paper trigger. Clean hand boss. One life spent. Clean hands washed. He never spawns in. We pay the cost. Clean hands sign. Cold ground takes. He never spawns in. We never respawn. Pen keeps moving. Date gets changed. Same poor kid. Different name.
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