The Final Act

He tries to wash his hands off of his sin People have now become, empty machines This war was the toughest fight, he ever fought No surprise that finally, he lost his control Under all his amendable win Lies a bothersome feeling of an endless grief As his thoughts travel faster and faster again What he did was an action he can't understand Can you, be my friend? Can you, hold my hand? When the times are so dark And you're watching me numb Turning into this desperate mess of a man Can you, be my friend? (Can you, be my friend?) (Can you, hold my hand?) (Can you, be my friend?) Can you, be my friend? Can you, hold my hand? When the times are so dark And you're watching me numb Turning into this desperate mess of a man Can you, be my friend?