Etch the scars into the palm of my hand.
In a crowded room, your opinion shines.
Mold your mutters before the night grows dim.

Can you hear me now?
Are we alone?

Do not forget your name dear Severus.
Your words ring true as the clock strikes midnight.
For he may not be I, but I am him.

Can you hear me now?
Are we alone?

Come now, ring the bell, softly take my hand.
Start again, march in line, **** your idols.
Stain the cement with their sin and rejoice.