I’m high enough to say what I want.

I’m high enough to do what I want.

And I’m high enough to convince fate

to stop gate keeping me from revealing

the inner deep desires

all because I’m a man led by the shepherd of fire

puppet mastering on pain, loose strings and mechanical wires.

Fire-walk on the stones burning by the exceeding flame

of ambition, fate and power

that most people just don’t feel.

Everyone does and I do too kneel

but what I do, I do for my lust and hedonism

the seven deadly sins pay out in seven figures

no prayer will manage to pray that away

for it is primal and ever present

and had gone corporate.

All I hope for is that I still find a way

to pay for all these whores, and maybe some food and drink too

so I can keep myself fed.