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Betrayer of the masses

Your final curtain face

The loss of many peoples

With your own life pay

You had your chances way before

You could have gone away

But here you have stayed alone

Who is fault? It is a way

And now you run but you can't hide

No need to try your luck yourself

There's no way you can escape

Come back to your own way

The grip of lonely death

This race asphyxiates

Your face the cold fear

Suicide is always near

You had your chances way before

You could have gone away

But here you have stayed alone

Who is fault? It is a way