Well I found my inspiration there. In silent whispers it just came to me so clear. Simple question of what was I doing there. Hesitation. When I'm standing with my prey. Indecision. Of if I should blow him away. It's kind of strange. What happened from that moment on. What more can I say than the reason he was gone. What they were asking was more than I could bear. Execution. What more can.... can I say. The realisation. Of blowing a brother away. Something in me was gone. Something in me was gone. Hesitation. When I'm standing with my prey. Indecision. Of if I should blow him away. Simple question of what was I doing there. Execution. It was not a part of me. The realisation. Of how things are going to be. In my commitment to staying away from guilt. I feel no emotion for those I have gone and killed. Heartless devotion to saving the rest of me.... I take my gun and give it to my prey. I turn my back to him and start to walk away. All I want is for someone to stop me there. Don't want redemption. Don't want salvation............ (repeat). In my commitment to staying away from guilt. I feel no emmotion for those I have gone and killed. Heartless devotion to saving the rest of me.