Condemn Me, Father, for I Know Exactly What I Do (Remastered)

In time you'll realize
You've only got eighty years to live
And you've already wasted half
Doing what others have told you to do

It'll take a couple mistakes
Over the length of a couple decades
To recalcify those bones
So they won't break
It's for your own sake
When everyone turns to sticks and stones

One day I'll find my rightful place
Alongside the others
In your trophy case
One day I'll find my rightful place
Alongside the others

We only live to obey
Our will is to be molded
As if it's made of clay
A boot stomped impression
In the mud after a rain

People stare at me
They say I need some control
That I lack what most would call a soul
But I'm not sure what they mean
At least I don't pretend
That mine is made of gold

One day I'll find my rightful place
Alongside the others
In your trophy case
One day I'll find my rightful place
Alongside the others
In your trophy case

What do you think?
That when you die
Peter will stand there
With a frown on his face

"You weren't a slave"
"And for that you must pay"
"You're the kind of person"
"We won't allow through this gate"

"You weren't a slave"
"And for that you must pay"
"You're the kind of person"
"We won't allow through this gate"

"You're not the kind of person"
"We let pass through this gate"
"You're gonna have to spend"
"Eternity in pain and misery"

"You're not the kind of person"
"We let pass through this gate"
"You're gonna have to spend"
"Eternity in pain and misery"
To which I'll say

One day I'll find my rightful place
Alongside the others
In your trophy case
But until then I'll be sitting here
With a smile on my face
And I won't tempted to fall out of grace
As I compromise all I believe
So that you can turn me into a slave

Into a slave
Into a slave