Blood on my hands, the death
Of my enemies and my friends
But with good intention and
No thoughts to consequence

I'm asking why it hurts but
For whom do I mourn?
The chains around my mind
Only used to hurt and destroy

They mold me, corrupted
I've lost those I hold
In Rapture, will the truth be told?
Will the truth unfold?
Tell me who do I save
When I can't save my soul?
Umbrella Corp, will the truth be told?
Will the truth unfold?

The closest are far away
But now there's no one to save
The ghost of the human race
Now there's no one to save

Blood on my hands, the death
Of my enemies and my friends
But with good intention and
No thought of how it ends
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