| I went down to the river and what did I see
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| The waters they ran bloody red
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| Ten thousand people all looking at me
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| Wishing that I was dead
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| The sins of my brothers they came down on me
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| I fled for my pleas were in vain
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| There was no pursuit they lacked strength but not hate
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| My conscience was left with a stain
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| Disillusioned and haunted
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| Now there’s no sleep for me
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| We have the choice we have the strength
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| Now where’s the will
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| I don’t know 'bout your cravings
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| But I just can’t stand still
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| Memories growing so distant with time
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| No longer do I even care
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| Still, when I wake up the screams in my head
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| Remind me of what I left there |