The Good Doctor, Pt. 2

There's been blood on my hands, such a very long time
Some days I look down, I wish it were mine
But it's not
So I plead with the voices I still hear in my head
The ones that I've lost
The ones that must wish I were dead
And my Emily

I stepped onto that train like a ghost of a man
Who was killed by a world he could not understand
So alone
For years I would wake up and scream in the night
I would long for the darkness when I turned on the light
In sleep, at least she'd still cry out for me

I don't know why
Why she's gone
Why I'm left to linger on
But I know why I am standing here tonight

That knife in your hands says you made up your mind
There's a price you expect now for taking a life
And it's mine

And an eye for an eye is a pretty fair cost
Why play your hand when you've already lost?
Oh, Tom?
What would you have me do?

I'm not a fool
Look around
There was never a way out
From the top of the world
Every path leads down

All the wheels we've turned are stained with blood
You know somehow (There's no way out)
It's got to stop (No one is stopping this machine)
Have you ever looked back at the wreckage we've caused?
Every move that we made, someone else paid the cost
It can't go on

If there's a hell, then it's waiting for the both of us now
And if I am the weight that drags both of us down
I'll hold tight till the light goes out

Throw the switch
Turn it off
Let the world carry on
They'll be better off
Just let it all go now
Just let it all go now