What a sweet symphony you play for me,
As I go to my sparking, blood-lit grave
Where, for my friends with great finality
I will burn, scream and gratefully contain
Destiny's misguided and abused will.
I am an exile from my only home
Filled with deep regret for my blind actions
And the work of my wandering, childhood hands.
You stare me in the face and ask little
But my life to protect those I'd spit on,
Turning their skin to solid and bright steel
It's mirroring surface more beautiful
Than the life that created it's gaunt shape.
How you would happily sacrifice me,
Forget me, replace me so easily,
So it's like I had never even been.
I halt my rage and gladly die for thee