Staring up at the ceiling , while I'm falling into the flames.
Something is gnawing my shoulder ,
and scarring this moment into my memory frame.

# Riff 1 #

The fathers speak , but might as well be castrated.
It feels so good from where I stand.
The one abstaining from all human need and pleasantries ,
is the one I never will be.

Collecting through the streets , 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 **** up and let us live a life we can call our own.
Leave me alone.

# Riff 2 #
< Echo verse >

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 the taste of paradise ,
and surely you'll see the sin inside of me.

< Guitar solo >