The Negotiator -

Tell me, how does it feel

To watch a child bleed to death

From a weapon you designed?

You’ve spilt their blood

Is your pride really worth this?

Such a mindless slaughter

Bow down to your greed

Bloodshed

Your lies cut their throat

Such beauty

Such innocence

Set to self destruct

As you nail their coffin shut

With your hammer of hate

The flesh is torn, hate remains

The

Flesh

Is

Torn

They bleed

Bloodshed

Broken by your hand

Who will bleed for you now?