Dissonance - Legendary Pink Dots

Driving the pack, from the rear, with a trumpet, with an axe.  Driving to the
precipice, windswept and wet with starving neglect.  Eternally carving my cause
on a landscape that's blighted and scorched.  I'm blighted and scorched with the
truth, we don't listen, we shoot, from the blindside.  It's a landslide, but in
hindsight, I thought it was easier.  But it's all much too late to turn back, I
must face an eternally fateless way in a place where my orders echo my torturous
ghosts.  In a space with no windows, I'm counting the touch.  All this time to
reflect on my crimes to humanity. I'm screaming profanities, just give me a
chance to start over again.  I confess, yes, I'll do it again.