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Luck As a Constant

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Staring up at the ceiling
My life falling into the flames
Something's gnawing
My shoulder is scarring
This moment into my memory fade

The father's 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'll never will be

Collecting through the shapes a sense of power filling me and I will never let go
I'll never let it go

Bending will of man in the hearts of a God
Shut the fuck up and let us save our life
We control 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