Punch the Senator Simulator

Standing here‚ I realize you were Just like me trying to make history․ But who's to judge the right from wrong․ When our guard is down I think we'll both agree․ That violence breeds violence․ But in the end it has to be this way․ I've curved my own path‚ you've followed your wrath; But maybe we're both the same․ The world has turned‚ and so many have burned․ But nobody is to blame․ It's tearing across this barren wasted land․ I feel new life could be born beneath The blood stained sand․