Strangers calling names

I want to believe in your comedy

Stranger’s gorey games

I want to accept your apology

Strangers violate

I want you to stop here and bother me

Strangers go insane

The beast with his hemlock is coming soon

I believe that every mortal man can see it there

I contest the rival wings of harpies in the air

Culpability is something that I do accept

And transgressions of a fallen man have met the test

Strangers playing tunes

I hear them inside of an empty shell

Strangers followed me

They wandered from points of a distant land

Strangers talk to him

His life wasn’t right from the start of it

Strangers enter in

The meaning is tethered in anarchy

I believe that every mortal man can see it there

I contest the rival wings of harpies in the air

Culpability is something that I do accept

And transgressions of a fallen man have met the test