How about planning the future, stupid
You think you can dance around fire unharmed
Tongues of scrutiny licking the flesh from your bones
Blood drawn out before the shame could burn holes
You do not even know how your words soothe my soul
How they make me want to scream into infinite satin darkness
If there is God, he might want to punish the sinner
Teaching a lesson of not touching the apple
If there is God, he should tell me the reason
Why I always walk down the path straight to oblivion