Look around, what do you see?
Friends, fellow mates, dead.
Some without hands or feet,
Our garden, where we tread,
Now flooded in blood.
How do you feel to see
Our memories in a flood?
So I ask you; bent on my knee,
Just stop-
You’re the villain here.
Putting boys like chips onto the tabletop?
It’s murder – their lives disappear!
Now it’s up to you.
I’ve had my say.
You’ve two choices: murder the crew,
Or save the day.