If I Go To Hell

What must happen must happen
This is not a fate, it’s a consequence
Though I cannot escape
Not for a single second
That I’ve felt afraid

If someone must sacrifice
If someone must suffer for both two sides
Does it make any difference
Whether the sacrifice
Is you or I?

The voices
On the streets
Remind me
Of the time we’ve missed

Soon I will
Be punished
Whatever
I won’t be missed

I’ll never
Regret this
And I won’t
I’ll never care

However
My story
Be portrayed
By the writing hands

The price of peace
Price of reconciliation
Is paid by the flesh and blood
Of the nameless ones
The ones that lived
The ones that died in the hands of blood
And all of us
Never had a choice
A choice to live
A choice to be dead
A choice to save
Or a choice to kill
As all of these
Are in the ruling hands
God made his decision
Assigned us to hell

All kinds of wars
All kinds of turbulences
Is only a game of the ruling hands
We are just some kinds of puppets attached to their strings
All kinds of deaths
All kinds of tragedies
Does not make an impact to those who ascended
We are just some kinds of toys being played in their hands
We are just one of the chess in their hands

In the moment of dawn
Nothing is left
Except this daunting silence in my head
Nothing is left
Except these thousands of questions inside of my head
What have we stood for?
What’ve we stood against?

For what?
Slaughter the friends of us
Slaughter the future of us
Washing with blood
I long for heaven but I work for hell
You’ll go to heaven and I’ll go to hell
Send me to hell
If I deserve