I’m standing on a ledge, looking down on what I’ve done
The city’s burning, ashes rising to the mourning sun
The flames are dying as the bodies slowly fall
Slumped in ditches, on the street, against the city’s walls
The only ones left living are running, never looking back
Their memories are still burning from the night of the attack
What have I done?
To the people that have had none
What have I done?
The corruption has only just begun.