Crowds and torches fill the air. Surprise you're chosen, now finish it.
Yell it louder really sink that point in that sat
For so long! Behind these civilized eyes

Me, I'd let the panic ride and pin it on the wall. Identifying pride is the
Saddest of the chores. Those burning eyes indeed define a churning of the
Soul. Feels better to be lost, but haven't felt the choice

For so long! Behind these civilized eyes
Revenge! That's. Cold.
May your sources lead. Connecting to ten-fold. Identify your own. Fate has

Tortured us... For so long!
For so long my demons, it's countdown for me. With blindfolds, you held us,
Till I found the best (revenge)