consequentialist
My hands are stained with red,
But I can't hang my head in shame
Among those who don't repent
Is where you'll write my name
I'll let necessity be my friend,
And my guilt be my enemy
Because the sound of my gunshot
Is a scream, a cry to be free
I'm not an angel, I'm a sinner,
I can only live by my own means
I'm not a god, I can't change my world,
I can't see the unseen. I'm
Not a demon, I'm not a plague
Against the sanctity of life
I'm not a monster, I not one to find
Glee in my own strife. I'm
Only human,
I'm only human