
driving the pack
from the rear
with a trumpet
with an axe
and a threat
driving to the precipice
windswept and wet
we're starving... neglected
eternally carving my course
on a landscape that's blighted and scorched
i've lighted a torch for the truth
we don't listen, we should
from the blind side
its a landslide
but in hindsight
i thought it was easier
but its all much too late to turn back
i'd lose face
and you'd turn on me
faithlessly put me away
in a place where my orders are echoes
my tortuous ghosts
in a space with no windows
and i'm counting on 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 blew it again
i confess i confess
yes. i blew it again
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