For the rest of my life, I will have to live with this. For the rest of my life, I'll have to face the part I played. These faces filled with grief and with despair. Every morning when I wake up, they'll be there. Seared into my memory with a cruel burning knife. For the rest of my life. There's a weight on my soul, like a pyramid of stone. There's a weight on my soul, a ransom never to be paid. The crimes I do, I do them in your name. I feel just as guilty all the same. Like a brutal soldier who does anything he's told. There's a weight on my soul, for the rest of my life. When you know you're in the right, it's so easy to do wrong. You have to win the fight, so you close your mind and heart uptight. And go along, tell yourself you're staying strong. You've done poppy or ferocity, excuse any atrocity. But once you've won, you have to live with what you've done. And for the rest of my life, I will have to live with this. For the rest of my life, these questions haunting me like ghosts. Does a noble end mean any means will do? Is your power the only reason to follow you? And one final question I see no answer to. For the rest of my life, how will I get through? Unlike so many of our victims, I have the rest of my life. The rest of my life to get through.