The Killer Queensrÿche

Mother hides her face
She drops to her knees
(Her sacrifice complete)

The last of her line
What's left of her name?
Nothing will ever be the same

I'm not sorry for what I have to do
It must be done
You know that God rewards the winner

Now I'm on my knees again
Give me strength to win
If I stop to listen
I hear voices in the wind

"Shoot him," they say
Who will be the killer?
Who will be the winner?
"Shoot him now," they say
Who will be the killer?

You know you can't begin to imagine where I've been
Till you've walked a while in my shoes
Surrounded and outnumbered
Children wearing bombs? I'm crying