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