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