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Before the morning light dawn

Men in hoods taking him away

Locked up in a trunk, he feels torn

Claustrophobia’s here to stay

The darkness blinds and starts to tears on his mind

Car stops, he is forced outside

Pushed into an empty warehouse

Nothing here, but a man with rope tied

Bound up on his hands and mouth

He gets a gun in his hand, another pointed at his head

When his mind goes to that day, a piece of him gets chipped away

Haunted memory, tormented soul

How can the right choice feel so wrong

Haunted memory, his freedom’s toll

Traumas he’ll be thinking about for so long

The choice he must make sinks in

His life will never be the same

That man has a sad grin

Telling him that it’s okay

He stretches his arm and points the gun at his head

He shoots, but he doesn’t want to

Watching the life slip away

Was this a sin or a virtue?

Will his mind live through this day?

The face of the man will never escape his eye

When his mind goes to that day, a piece of him gets chipped away

Haunted memory, tormented soul

How can the right choice feel so wrong

Haunted memory, his freedom’s toll

Trauma’s he’ll be thinking about for so long

Bloody floor, a body laying lifeless

Will this sight leave my mind?

Him or me? Or would they have us both dead?

And will they now? No more hope

Mind is torn, broken into pieces

Soul is gone, ripped to shreds

Can I live with this life I’ve taken

He is gone, but I’m alive

When his mind goes to that day, a piece of him gets chipped away

Haunted memory, tormented soul

How can the right choice feel so wrong

Haunted memory, his freedom’s toll

Trauma’s he’ll be thinking about for so long