The sun is rising on this forsaken land
Bodies and blood flowing into a river of death
Children’s screams are the chorus of life
I can do nothing but stand and watch
And smell and hear and taste
The corpses rotting in the air
Those floating above the water
While others tumble down the mountainside
On a waterfall of red
Reality is harsh, life short
Things happen because their meant to
I’m tired of all the blood on my hands
Dead families all around me
Missing people I once knew better then myself
It is too much for my dark, dark soul
I don’t feel anything anymore; it’s time to shut down