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    and disappears into the fray       he hopes for awhile he'll reconcile    the pain that never dies    the ghosts of his family constantly    gnawing at his insides       he pulls out a worn 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