Hello operator, I think I'm to be tried
 For believing in my uncle, even though he lied
 911, 911ost
 Emergency, this blood on my hands isn't killing me 
 Take these broken reins, away from me
 In the aftermath while eyes fade green
 To black, his eyes fade green to black
 His stare was strong and balding, As he flew
 His wealth was military, health like me and you
 No coming back