A Chill Through the Heart

So alone in the crowd with the people all around me So alone in the dark with the lights all around me Feeling the chill tearing my chest In the neck deep water of the mountain crest Seeing the sky with the aurora light up And becoming a man who is fed up Lived in the dilemma, was I a good one? Or was I just an expendable one Leaving the world like a saint soul After massacring thousands of young goals Was I dead before I was killed By the hand who helped me up still Yes, I was dead before I was killed Left with a cold heart which was beating still