Walking south along the river 
Never had he found that twist of pleasure 
Remembering times when they were younger 
Setting the town on fire 

And watching as his fellow friends 
Fell apart in the wake 
Claiming it was all just a mistake 
When his finger pulled the trigger 

And he shot everyone 

It was all just a mistake 
When he shot everyone 

Nothing will stand in the way 
When hunger hasn't eaten for days 
Scrounges around where ends meet 
Then disappears into the fray 

He hopes for a while he can reconcile 
But the pain that never dies 
The ghosts of his family constantly 
Gnawing at his inside 

He pulls out a worn out photo 
And an old handmade gun 
Wishes it was he who was frying 
When he set the whole town on fire 

He walks off crying 
He shot everyone