Assuming direct control

Ok, folks, we have a problem. It's something we've not noticed before. Assuming direct control. *** Raziel, your regrets are lies. Come touch me like I'm an ordinary man Have a look in my eyes Underneath my skin there is a violence Just put a gun in its hand Confined me, you've made me be the lesser of a beautiful man Without the blood on his hands Come and make me your martyr, come and break my feeling With your violence, put the gun on my head Black holes living in the inside of your face Razor wire spinning around your Blistering sky Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky Bullets are the beauty and you don't know why Bullets are the beauty and I do know why Black holes living in the inside of your face Razor wire spinning around your Personal responsibility Personal responsInsanity Come touch me, I'm unworthy, change my fate