My Voluntary Saviours

There's a major line up outside my gate
I don't let any of them in
And if you ask me why I hesitate
or if you call it a sin
I would tell you to mind your own business and leave me with my suffering

They are standing like soldiers in a row
ready to enter so fast
I upon defense above
I sit and think of the past
All at once their difference astrike me as something that will not last

You ring the night(?)
I put on my armour
I go out to them
hiding my fear
I'm soft in the middle
It makes no difference
it makes no difference at all

I killed them one by one
my voluntary saviours
my voluntary saviours
my voluntary saviours
It makes no difference at all

I killed them one by one