Confess
You impressionist of men
As your noose draws tight
In your fearful delay

Let the masses consume
Let them plunder and feed
Until agony prevails
In every cavern you bear

The hour draws near
You must gracefully fall
And dissolve in the sway
Of your bellowing regrets

Confess, confess
Or silence is king
The unyielding lash
The torment you’ll keep

Confess, confess
And infernal rage
Is your lonesome tyrant
Your fair and merciful judge