Driving the pack

From the rear

With a trumpet, with an axe...

With a threat

Driving to the precipice

Windswept and wet

We're starving, neglected

Eternally carving my cause on a landscape that's blighted and scorched

I've lighted a torch for the truth

We don't listen, we shoot, from the blindside

It's a landslide, but in hindsight

I thought it was easier

But it's all much too late to turn back

I'd lose face

And you turn on me, faithlessly put me away

In a place where my orders are echoes...

My torturous ghosts

In a space with no windows, and I'm counting my toes

All this time to reflect

On my crimes on humanity

I'm screaming profanities

Just give me a chance

I'll start over again

I confess

I confess

Yes, I'd do it again