They could've kicked in the door,
but knew the gun was still with him.
One he'd already used,
and so they feared what he'd do.
I floated up through the window of a room to the west.
I hovered out to the hallway, tried to listen in.
I heard them trying to reason, get him to open the door.
His uncle begging and pleading, half collapsed to the floor.
He preached of hope and forgiveness,
said, "There's always a chance to rectify what you've taken,
make your peace in the world."
I thought to slip through the door-
I could've entered the room.
I felt the burden of murder-
it shook the earth to the core.
Felt like the world was collapsing,
then we heard him speak:
"Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?
Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?
Can I ever be forgiven, cuz I killed that kid?
It was an accident- I swear it wasn't meant for him!
And if I turn it on me, if I even it out,
can I still get in or will they send me to hell?
Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?"
I left the hotel behind, don't want to know how it ends.