What must be done

A price must be paid. Sacrifices must be made. In order to satisfy In order to save

The sound of blood dripping onto the ground Reminds me of a clock ticking The yellow flag Reminds me of a chrysanthemum swaying

The pain is suffocating It's hard to breathe Feels like I'm buried underneath

I want to sleep I want to forget about everything I want to protect my ears from all the battling But I can't My hands can't move All my energy has been used

Fighting a war is like racing on an obstacle track You can't stop and you can't slack Did I do that? No I didn't

A price must be paid Sacrifices must be made In order to satisfy the leader In order to save my people

How does it feel to be dead, I wonder? Will I finally know the answer?