Walking past the tombs
I wonder if there's room—for me?
Can't you see?
It's where I should be.
Trading the sinners for
Your trouble at the door.
It's comical to hear you scream
Your faith don't mean a thing.
Virtue falters
It's no fault of yours.
Let's say goodbye in case I need—what I need
Can't you see this is the end of me?
It's where I should be.
Find the vein
Of collective shame.