I will never be accused of
Redemptive criminality
My evil was only ever for me
For my thirst – for my hand
For my taste – for my revenge
Unless the cycle was meant to be
Or some generational inevitability
The fingerprints will all still bleed
Of a selfish lone gunman
Of a spoiled lone thief
Of a night-life lone drunk
Of a hell or high water lone breed
Believe everything you read
It was all done by only me
I admit it – I did it – Honestly