One dead high above the bathroom stall
Two fights while the children run and crawl
Three cries for the first who’s buried deep
But the fourth hides in the bed where no one weeps

One lost everything that he holds dear
Two eyes burning bright like chandeliers
Three feel sorry but the first don’t care
Cause the fourth is dying for the sin he bears

One got no tears left to cry today
Two hands dried in blood of those he hates
Three holes dug beside the one he loved

One feels empty but it’s almost done
Two shots fired through the morning sun

One left standing and the rest goes down

…
Now what?