Flee the scene
You should run because I know you
You should plan your escape
They are coming after you

Don’t try to manipulate others
Or take attention from your deeds
You’ve dug your own sweet grave
Now, it’s time to sleep
Just as you falsely accused
And jerked others against me

I am far from being alone
And you are far from free
The truth has a strange vindictiveness of its own
And your time is running out, you’re all alone

Who will come to your side when your deeds are exposed?
How the tide can deceive when you believe you’re at shore
Did you think you could get away
Or somehow that feeble cover would hold?

Wake up to your sweet reward
Because the truth is coming home

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