THE KILLERn(Slater/Tate)nnMother hides her face.nShe drops to her knees,nher sacrifice complete.nnThe last of her line.nWhat’s left of her name?nNothing will ever be the same.nnI’m not sorry for what I had to do.nIt must be done.nYou know God rewards the winner.nnNow I’m on my knees again,ngive me strength to win.nIf I stop to listen,nI hear “Voices” in the wind.nn“Shoot him!” They say,nWho will be the killer?nWho will be the winner?n“Shoot him!”nWho will be the killer?nCan’t give in!nnYou know you can’t begin tonimagine where I’ve been,nuntil you’ve walked a while in my shoes.nSurrounded and outnumbered.nChildren wearing bombs?nI’m crying.nnOh, now I can’t stop to sympathize.nWould you trade your eyes for mine?nnI’ll give you more time to answer.nI’ll give you some time to rethink.nBut there’s never time whennthe bullets are flying.nYou duck your head and hit the ground!nn“Shoot him!” Yeah!nWho will be the killer?nWho will be the winner?n“Shoot him!” Yeah,nI’ve got to be the killer!nI’ve got to LIVE!nnThey say hit the ground hardnwhen you feel it.nOpen your eyes so you can see it.nDon’t try to think just believe it.nThen you’ll know you’re not dreaming!n“Shoot him!” Yeah,nWho will be the killer?nAm I dreaming?