Lyrics:

All that can escape me, all I realise That it will come back to me the day father dies. His burning eyes would stare at you I was born a masochist I cried out in pain, as he clences up is fist Slowly as the years go by, the darkness builds inside Trying to find a passage out, before I lost my mind Incestuous temptation but what is wrong or right Why must I fall victim of hereditary spite Soon! We will arise, forming despise Conceptual intempt! Blessed in contempt! Thougts have now come back to me It's time to perpetrate Take me to my sanity, before it gets too late Hear me as I call to you, right here down below Resurrect my will to live, come before I... go! Soon! We will arise, forming despise Conceptual intempt! Blessed in contempt!