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!