Luck as a Constant - Periphery

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