Making me in a room of provoked gods
No limits seem fit for us down here
As we challenge them and become something else
Who we are is now uncertain
Must be the trigger in the wall
The only one who can tell
Our guardian troll and companion
The naked lefthanded composer
Who shares my will in such a turn
Flickering in the face of divine power
Escalating as the gods get angry
Come on, let’s boogie
Kill me if you can
And my walls will grow shorter
I’ll see the light of day
And the wounds that never heal
The marrow of your beauty
And the smile that makes me shine
In the darkness of your heart
Where grim frost enshrouds your life
Making me without limbs
My sins shall be my throne
In oceans to sing for and for children to laugh
I open up my heart for the devil