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!