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, but 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 sheets, a sense of power filling me, and I will never let go
I'm never letting go
Bending will of man and 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
f 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 sin inside of me