Anti-Compromising Nazi

I've lost the thrill of feeling firsts
There's nothing of substance in my thirsts.
Your self-indulging negligence may feel right
But while I'm recovering, you hold someone else through the night.

One day, I look down on you from my mountain
One day, I'll revel in your screams
I hope you cry, I hope you bleed
Knowing I was truly what you need.

Sacrifice has lost its weight
And I was heavy with devotion
No more. Not today.
You'll never listen to what I say.

Compromise was quite an Achilles heel
What a shame, now you're to blame.