• I close my eyes
    So I won't see the blood
    Pouring forth like a river,
    Like a flood.

    This can't be as it seems.
    Please, tell me it's a dream.
    It can't be real, this massacre scene.

    As if in slow motion,
    The bodies hit the ground.
    On their killer's hands
    Their blood is found.

    Look at my hands-
    They're stained red.
    It's all my fault
    That my friends are dead.

    God, it can't be as it seems.
    Wake up, wake up, it's got to be a dream.
    I couldn't have caused this massacre scene.

    Backed against the wall,
    I try so hard to run away.
    But the nightmare's in my head,
    And still, it stays.

    How could I have done this?
    It couldn't have been me.
    Let me be asleep,
    And this all be fantasy.

    This can't be what it means.
    Let it only be a dream.
    Let it not be real,
    This massacre scene.

    But the nightmare is real,
    And it's already too late.
    And now it's myself
    That I've begun to hate.

    Their wounds can never heal,
    So why should mine?
    They are dead.
    No peace will I find.

    This is as real as it seems.
    This nightmare isn't a dream.
    Now I too am part of this massacre scene.