She must pay for what she's done.
She must be hung for what she's done.
The proles have had enough.
Ten thousand are dead, left to rot.
Chasing phantoms they never saw.
Smile for the camera, we want the world to see.
Do your worst, I'll return.
I'll return in torn soul.
I am filthy regret, remember me.
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