When the wolf comes to sniff it's prey.

You see them for the moments, of LIVES, they took away.

And the rest was their restless ego.

Then you feel how cheap truth is.

How much they're owned.

They set their victims free of what they haven't the balls.

To do to themselves.

To spare the innocent, of their ugliness.
Sanctity must be preserved.

They'll await the trigger phrase.

If all the cronies turned on their masters.

We'd win this fucking war.