Текст песни The Goodman of the House

A place where I am free Where night shades let me be When I am pure of heart No echelons to chart Forgive my old enchantments Oh, Icarus I've fallen But there's still the alter I've got some pennies in my pocket And promises that I'm turning around Oh, you pale inflictors could you lay down your instruments? Oh, you skin constrictors quit stealing all the elements That make me whole, that regenerate, that let's me love and investigate A place where I am free Where night shades let me be When I am pure of heart No echelons to chart Forgive my old enchantments Oh, Icarus I've fallen But there's still the alter I've got some pennies in my pocket And promises that I'm turning around Oh, you pale inflictors could you lay down your instruments? Oh, you skin constrictors quit stealing all the elements That make me whole, that regenerate, that let's me love and investigate I want to be a good man I want to be a fortress I want to be a good man I want to see the forest I want to be a good man I want to be a fortress I want to be a good man I want to see the forest I want to be a good man I want to be a fortress I want to be a good man I want to see the forest I want to be a good man I want to be a good man I want to be a good man I want to be a good man