A man picks up his shotgun On the last day of the decade What a cruel way to celebrate No doors, no walls could keep her safe He would find her anyway Hide and Seek she must have known the game Tons of hatred Fists and bombs Liters of blood and tears I've spelled the headline For this New Year's eve Five stolen lives and beaten souls All of them were lost in vain You think it's much too high a price to pay We all have talked towards the sky To see the fire [?] Over the darkness he would rise For all those who Didn't celebrate The last day Of the decade A man picks up his shotgun On the last day of the decade