All I can do is watch the people I love fade away
I worship them with silence, because nothing I can say
Will change their imminent demises, but for what do they pay
When they're not the evil ones, not the ones who should be slayed?

How the fuck do people that kill others survive
When my gentle friends have such a short time left to be alive
Tell me, how can there be an all-father when others' cruelty thrives
And my friends, kind and passionate, fade away, disappear and die?