This shard of glass reflects only poorly
The terror that I have become
It's razor edge elicits longing

Beckons of release from pain

The memories are a plague to me

My regret destroys respite
Ghostly figures accuse me of my sin
And no release can there be


Offering confidence
Offering certainty

Offering complete total sleep

No choice remains

Driven unto murder
Consumed with a burning rage
That makes me stronger

It gives me purpose
A captive bound to serve and die


I am the beast that does it's bidding
I am the monster I abhor
I sanctioned death. Yet I'm the instrument

Fulfilling the will of others

Offering confidence

Offering certainty
Offering complete total sleep


Now in my cell I pray for death
Now that my mind is awake
Now in my pain a deep remorse

For what I've done

Bathe now my wounds my love

Rest my head on your hate
I taste your blood on your lips
The crimson of my regret


Now in my cell I pray for death
Now that my mind is awake

Now in my pain a deep remorse
This shard of glass finds my flesh


No more confidence
No more certainty
Only exhilarating freedom