I Am Dmitri Karamazov and The World Is My Father

And so it starts from one impurity

held in place by loveless security,

always thrown around

and beaten by squinted eyes

that soon bear turned back, abstract views

through broken bottles of brandy.

I'm questioned all my life

why I kept on saying that

I didn't even ask to be here,

you made that choice for me,

enrolled me in your schools and church

and in your god forsaken military.

What cost do I pay for being born of you?

My life, enslaved by passions that held away from me.

Who is my mother?

Where is her grace?

Where is that subtle joy I crave?

Who is my mother?

Where is her grace?

Where is that subtle joy I crave?

It's gone, it's gone

or should I say never existed anyway.

Blurry winter clouds and snow melted by anger -

My subscription. My addiction, my addiction.

If I had one love in this world

If I had one love in this world

If I had one love in this world

If I had one love in this... {you tried to take it away.}

A pound of nuts is simply not enough to keep my rage at

A pound of nuts is simply not enough to keep my rage at bay

and though I didn't kill you.

like you tried to do to me.

I'm just as guilty

because I would have wanted to be free.