Gun in my hand
Finger on the trigger
Here I stand;
Before the guilty man.
No, he isn't a man, He's just a boy.
Just like me, just a kid.
Just like us all, used as a Government's Toy,
to play this game of life or death.
We were the pawns in this game of chess.

He and I are the same.
We were classmates once,
Even though we only knew each other by name.
But still, he's just a kid like me!
Then how did this come to be?
This game is the one too blame.
Created by the government to put us kids back in place,
showing us the cruel reality, we were forced to face.
The reality in which how far will some go in order to survive
a game where only can win and leave alive.

Why did he fall into the Government's trap?
Why did he betray us all?
What could have made him snap?
What could have made him bring our class's downfall?
What went wrong Kiriyama?
What Happened to you?
Was it something that none of our classmates knew?

Tears fill my eyes,
As I remember all the bodies,
The bodies of the ones that died;
My classmates, my friends,
The majority of them, died by his hands.
Kawada told me once before, he said
that you, Kiriyama, were already dead.
Dead on the inside, nothing but a shell,
You turned into the grim reaper,
Once you stepped into this game of hell.

Can you feel Kiriyama?
Can you feel the pain?
Can you even feel the pouring rain?
How many fingers are on this trigger?
Do you feel the pain of those you've killed?
Has you're satisfaction been fulfilled!

Too many have died here,
Some lost there way in fear,
while others yielded to the pain.
Some even tried to do the right thing.
Some thought they had all the right answers,
while others believed in broken prayers.
Then there were those who trusted too little
And yet they cared too much.
Then there was the one who was kind and strong,
Did all that he could do, to find and protect his secret crush.

So tell me, how many fingers are here?
Here on this one trigger.
Can you feel now? The pain? The fear?
This is it. This is the end.
I'm sorry Kiriyama, Forgive me Please.
But this is for my fallen friends.

(BANG BANG)

I hear the ringing of the shot, I see the blood
Tears, once again, fill my eyes,
As I stand here and watch you die.
I call to you; over and over again
I stare into the deep pools of your eyes.
Staring into the eyes of my first kill.
All the anger mixed with confusion and sadness,
I could no longer conceal.
Suddenly I hear a faint dying voice…

"Shuuya, I can feel"