You want honesty?
I miss the taste of the metal, like blood in my mouth
Feel the weight displace from my chest and back
Sure its terrifying, but it feels right
I'm better off, as kindle for the fire
It is my choice to burn, atonement with charred flesh
This room is thick with guilt and shame, but not from me
Sacrifice all
My spirit has long been dead, an earthly tomb adorned with flesh
A trigger pull and I'll find peace
No longer burdened, just empty