Now made known,
No more silence,
Nowhere to run,
Now you must confront your demons alone,
In damage control,
In denial of transgression,
You become target of vindication.
We got the picture,
Caught your act by the throat,
We couldn't leave enough alone,
You couldn't keep it undisclosed,
You were set for the fall,
You couldn't yield,
Until it all burned to the ground.
All your deals done behind doors,
Like great oaks rising from acorns,
Truth in the light,
Becomes the perfect storm,
And the rift is closed,
You're delivered a final blow,
Now you are down on your knees,
Is not the seamless integration
into the void.