there's two ways to go both of them look grim
feels like the walls are closing in
treaded though these thoughts now many times before
sometimes it seems just to hard to ignore

loud speaker shout of tragedy so much bigger then you and me
how could this happen makes no sense our innocence is our defense

it's nine o'clock in the morning and the stars are shinning bright
though the bag rapped tightly round my head i can see the red blue and white
i can't believe what i am seeing, seeing, was done by a human, human being

and it's going on in front of showing all our weakest traits too