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