What can one do above all,
When we die in the streets,
We're victims of our prey,
What can I do,
When I was the first to fall?
Why can't you hear your children as they cry?
Who do you think you are, to give justice?
When have you been just?
Would you believe I've watched you,
Since your grandfather ate that apple,
And gave you all the gift of death.
You deal darkness of the eternal kind,
Revenge the only thing on your mind,
Never seeing who struck first.
Never sating your blood thirst.
What can one do above all,
When he is just a step from man?
Take my eyes, I will still watch you fall.
And feel the nostalgia of it all,
For then we will be almost brothers.
God help us all.