I see the moon and oh does it shine
On this fragile image
This tattered corpse
Can we at least figure out how long
It has been missing its spine
The work of a fiend
A serpent, devil unseen
Count your prayers
Or it might kill the dream
All the years of training
Have prepared me for tonight
We're not doing this again
This will be so inevitable
What would be the outcome of this insight?
The work of a fiend
A serpent, devil unseen
Count your prayers
Or it might kill the dream
We'll make it through forensics
The residue is minimal
The scene says self inflicted
But I feel homicidal
This could be the big one
You and me let's go
This could be our end bomb