words unspoken from a long time ago. add up in numbers we've all recorded. you passed around the photographs. collected in an old top hat. you led them to the wolves, arms open wide. you led them to the wolves, they followed. just read between the lines, commission of the crimes. buried them long ago at what toll. consequences across all oceans. do we really ever know the reason why we stand beside. black dog confessions sealed in this envelope. a writ prescription for sins omitted. you passed around a photograph. the picture's of a greater man. you led them to the wolves, followed the scent. you led them to the wolves, devoured. now there's sadness in your eyes, unarmed an alone. a shell of what we used to know. antiquated thoughts and notions. do we really ever ask the reason why we stand beside. false pretense, I understand we can't celebrate the truth. all alone, I wonder how you fall asleep at night. history is written by the champions. history is written by the champions. history is written by the champions. history is written.
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