Speaker for the Dead

It's hard to tell
Where the child in you
Stops being a child.
It's hard to say when.
A world of people,
A soldier or two,
And here you thought it was a game.

Your game.

If you owned the world, my boy,
Would you have killed them?
Would you have believed in human fear?

Play the game.

Now, boy, do this-do that.
See, see where it's getting you.
What do you mean, you're tired?
You look as if it matters.

Just play the damn game.

So scream it aloud, so all can hear,
You know they would listen.
Not even Locke can stop your voice;
Not even Demothoes can control your heart.

But it's only a few billion lives.
You were first to call them lives.

Xenocide.

Speak for those who don't breathe yet,
Speak for those who stopped.

Xenocide.

You were first to give them souls.
They cannot lie,
Speaker for the Dead.

Finisher.

/Xenocide./

Tell them what you know,
Tell them your innocence,
See if they will listen now,
Now that years have passed away!

Xenocide!

They said it was a game! you yell,
Your words not making sense.
They told me it was but a game!
The scream goes on and on,
Only heard by those
Whom life has not yet blessed.