one million men circled the enemy
they threw heavy stones at his face
and i must admit i'm a disgrace
as i had a choice, and the choice was me
i stoned without a thought of mercy
a predator dishonoring a successful chase
and i could've resisted in countless ways
if only i didn't for the first time feel free
i don't believe that guilt is a stone
pain utters its sentence hardest physically
for the million times that i felt alone
there are a million real memories
only for the cost of an abstract home
insignificant in truth next to torture's fees