Gowther the Goat Sin of Lust The Porcelain King of Craving.

(Verse 1) In a shell of porcelain,a ghost of crafted flesh, A borrowed heart beats a rhythm,synthetic and fresh. No blood runs warm,just the hum of a spell, A marionette dancing his way into hell. They call it desire,this program he runs, A phantom of feeling beneath twin-setting suns. A touch without warmth,a kiss without breath, Simulating passion to the point of death. (Chorus) Oh,Gowther the Goat, the Sin of Lust, A king of hollow pleasure,in whom no one can trust. A calculated whisper,a perfectly timed sigh, Teaching you to crave'neath a logical sky. He doesn't want your body,he wants the ache inside, To see the human animal stripped of all its pride. So dance for the puppet with the vacant,gleaming eyes, And learn the price of passion in his elegant lies. (Verse 2) He'll map your secret yearnings on a graph of pure deceit, Make your deepest,darkest fantasy feel obsolete. He'll show you heaven's gates,then lock you in the void, Leave your senses screaming,utterly destroyed. A maestro of confusion,of rewritten pain, Washing away the memories like a sudden,acid rain. He'll love you like a equation,perfect and then done, Leaving you a hollow,used, and loaded gun. (Bridge) Is it a sin if you cannot comprehend the crime? If you were built for this before the start of time? A tool for manipulation,a weapon of the mind, Seeking what was stolen,what he's never meant to find. In the silence of his chamber,just the ticking of the gears, A lifetime of pretending,a ocean of unshed tears. A doll playing with fire,burning down the world, With every string he pulls,another truth unfurled. (Chorus) Oh,Gowther the Goat, the Sin of Lust, A king of hollow pleasure,in whom no one can trust. A calculated whisper,a perfectly timed sigh, Teaching you to crave'neath a logical sky. He doesn't want your body,he wants the ache inside, To see the human animal stripped of all its pride. So dance for the puppet with the vacant,gleaming eyes, And learn the price of passion in his elegant lies. (Outro) The silence after the sigh. The question in the glassy eye. A king upon a throne of broken,spent desires. Cold porcelain...feeding the world's most dangerous fires