Oh no…
Don't try to give me reasons to excuse what you've done,
I know…
Your demons now are coming to demand a reward.
It's late…
I feel their drum rolls, intoning their dark songs,
It's late…
I ear their rustles; you'll pay what you've done to yourself.
I don't like your attitude,
I've been pleasant; you've been rude, with me… these years…
You are the hangman and the hanged,
You the hunter that ‘ve been hunted, by you… you fool…
And now it's too late to, rewrite your intentions,
They won't… trust you…
And now it's too late to, beg for salvation,
They won't… let you…
No, they will not be kindly, ‘cause they know,
The pain that you've caused,
You can run away but someday, you will be found,
And all these years lying will fall over you like a stone.
So don't try to hide yourself ‘cause they come…
To make you pay for what you've done.
You keep lying to yourself,
You keep going to that place, to hide… your shame…
You walk along the narrow shore,
I don't know when you will fall, but I… don't care…
‘Cause I've been for so long, imploring your control,
And you… refuse it…
And now your worst fear, will become real,
And it's all, your fault…
No, this is just your battle; we are not fighting you versus me,
This is a disease that you created and you need it to be,
And as much as you deny it, they'll keep coming,
And make you less free…
So don't try to hide yourself ‘cause they come…
To make you pay for what you've done.
We don't know when this will fall over you…