The blood is on your hand

Have you ever seen the light
Shining so bright on you
Waited for this moment your whole lifetime
Never thought so many
Recruits will arrive
Striving for salvation - so sublime

Gathering here tonight
To celebrate their relief
With the same completion - the final ride
In this last seconds
Nobody hesitates
The only conclusion - suicide

Summoned at command
From all across the land
Now they're six feet under
And the blood is on your hand

Most of them didn't know
Time opens every door
If you just learn to wait long enough
Now we wonder who's to blame, it could be the rest of us
Maybe we're the wicked, and the good ones die young