I snap out of it, the blade is red.
And red are my clothes, my soul is back.
I freed my people, I finished them all.
By rage and force, but I'm not free.

Bodies are everywhere, my head is unstable.
And my insides react, and lie lifeless.
The floor is horrible, I won.
But at what cost? Like the pool in phenomena.

I must run, my people are shouting.
They're in panic, and disappear forever.
I'm not a person anymore, their trust gone.
The blue saviours arrive, unworthy of existing.