I, murderer, confess.

What happened to all the simple
Thieves?

Liars?

Killers?

Murderers?

Witches?

Wizards?

Villains?
Now we're stuck with all these complex
Beggers.

Pleaders.

Prayers.

Singers.

Lovers.

Huggers.

Victims.
Too many victims. Not enough Villains. Who is the source for the crime? What am I, a selfish murderer, to do?

'I set fire to things, I set fire to things
I'll set fire to you,
I'll set fire to me.'
{We Will Meet, Pale Young Gentlemen}