They all stopped
People at home, drivers, pedestrians
Kneeled and watched the heavens
Like a stroke of madness, A beg for forgivness
They've all done wrong
You could breathe the shame, You could taste the blame
Flowing from their eyes, Surrounding their arms
They were all as one
Then a shout
with his hand reaching to the sky
He enounced himself "GUILTY! GUILTY AS CAN BE!"
Heads turned right, Heads turned left
Gazing at the man with the gun in his hand
Then a shot
Red shame pouring down
Silence
One engine turning, 2 engines turning, 3000 engines
four million footsteps, five billion voices
They all rose and continued from where they've stopped
And so it was marked
As the day they freed themselves from their own accusations