the screaming crowds remain,
yearning to give you blame.
you wanted nothing.
keep loathing as you fall,
no quietude at all.
they keep on mocking.
first love and then the hate,
trying to seal your fate.
we saw it coming.
but as you lie to die,
they open up their eyes.
we start regretting,
to make amends.
nature that can not be suppressed,
criticism will not be contained.
masses care only for dread and dissolve,
they laugh as the sickness evolves.
even the nemesis gloom in procession,
as the goat lies dead by their feet.
now mourn in his name,
as his fate remains the same.
they bemoan a rotten carcass,
they bemoan the dead.
utter their fraudulent hymns,
a requiem for the dead.
and they start regretting
and they start the game
prove themselves worthy
reject the blame
the screaming crowds remain,
yearning to give you blame.
you wanted nothing.
keep loathing as you fall,
no quietude at all.
they keep on mocking.
first love and then the hate,
trying to seal your fate.
we saw it coming.
but as you lie to die,
they open up their eyes.
we start regretting,
to make amends.
they bemoan a rotten carcass,
they bemoan the dead.
utter their fraudulent hymn,
a requiem for the damned.
they bemoan a rotten carcass,
they bemoan the dead.
utter their fraudulent hymn,
a requiem for the damned.

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