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Trying to calm the nerve

We see the faces of the people you serve

Watching with delight as we meet our death

You're the one who held the knife

You're the one who didn't think twice

Now I walk around with wounds that can't heal

And a heart made of frozen steal

Bodies pile up in the pit down below

Everything seems to be moving slow

We lock eyes and you laugh

No longer a friend, you and I,

Now enemies with bloodied hands and no alibis

I smile a smile so sweet

Not admitting to being beat

My hands are tide behind my back

I stare in horror as I watch you hack

The people are screaming as you throw them into black

You're the one who held the knife

You're the one who didn't think twice

Now I walk around with wounds that can't heal

And a heart made of frozen steal

I look behind me and see the burned faces of dear friends

This nightmare never ends

Little boy, aren't you proud of yourself?

Seeing the disaster you caused when you cried

I hope you remember what you did to me

Now I'll never get to see the deep green of the sea

Never hear the waves crash on the sand

Instead I feel the sting of your back hand

And hear your dammed demands.

Now I'm left with my persecution

Never to stand with the revolution

I'm standing in all this confusion,

Until I hear the trigger of the gun

And fall, gazing at the sun.

Then I see you run to me

Holding my hand and saying, "I'm so sorry."

But then it's too late and I hear death calling my name

And smell my body being burned in a white hot flame.

You're the one who held the knife

You're the one who didn't think twice

Now I sleep in an unwakeable dream

No longer feeling the suns warm gleam

You lay down next to me

And whisper, "I'm so sorry."