A Pitched Static Hum - So Begins, The Bleeding Lyrics

Ishmael comes home from a long day at work
He sits in his chair, as per usual
He thinks about everyone he has ever loved
He puts the gun in his mouth, and he thinks
I was just looking to do a good thing
I recognized everything I've ever done to hurt you all
I know I can't be what you all need
I know I can't
This standard I've tried to meet all my life
This force of good, a harbinger of lies
This is the most courage I've ever needed
I know I can't
The barrel falls from his lips
He finds his bravery has subsided
And yet he knows
Tomorrow, he will ponder the same spell again
He sees the hole again
The port in his head
Is it some figure of speech, or a bloody mess
Even he doesn't know anymore
He drifts off into a coma
Why the long face?
I fear that you were previously acquainted with this vessel
That is most unfortunate
What a horrible thing to ponder
Your ascendancy, whether she wishes it or not
You're about to sacrifice something precious
Dare to tread the path of true rigor
Spare the poor girl
And singe your own flesh in her stead
Enough
I have endured... more than enough