Under the Slums of the rotting Plaza
The destruction I have wrought.
Lives that have been taken with my action
Now the passing ones haunt my sleep.
Regret and guilt are not our emotions
Compassion is a fleeting thought.
We do what we do and lives are taken
Seal emotions and all thoughts.
Under the Slums of the rotting Plaza
The destruction I have wrought
Would I like to change my action?
To only have passing hours in my sleep.