The Sycophant

Mistakes I've made
Traced in blood through fresh snow
Carving paths of decay
Senseless repetition

If these myopic eyes won't cease their endless wandering
Then I will pluck them out
Feast on the spoils of treachery

My victimless crimes
For all our heroes were wrong

My lack of impulse control and wealth of festering need
Had left us chained to each other
Dashed on the rocks
Disgraced by the sea

All of our heroes were wrong
Face me

I've wasted years with invertebrates
Railed against reason
Akratic atrophy

The idea of redemption is insulting
But you know that