Luck as a Constant
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
Autor(es): Periphery