Luck as a Constant

Staring up at the ceiling
While I’m falling into the flames
Something’s gnawing my shoulder and scarring
This moment into my memory frame
The fathers speak, we might as well be castrated (castrated)
Oh, it feels so good from where I stand
The one abstaining from all human needs and pleasantries
Is the one I never will be
Collecting through the shapes
A sense of power filling me
And I will never let go
I’m never letting go
Bending will of man in the hearts of the gods
Shut the fuck up and let us live a life we can call our own
Leave me alone!
If you love the guilt, then let it die
A life kept so clean
Will measure the price of misery
If you love the guilt, then let it die
In silence we will remain
If you love the guilt, then let it die
A life kept so clean
Will measure the price of misery
But manifest a taste of paradise, and surely you’ll see
The sinner side of me