Album: Practice What You Preach
All that can escape me, all I realize
That it will come back to me the day my father dies
His burning eyes would stare at you
I was born a masochise
I cried out in pain, as he clenches up his fist
Slowly as the years go by, the darkness builds inside
Trying to find a passage out, before I lose my mind
Ingestuous temptation but what is wrong or right
Why must I fall victim of hereditary spite
Soon! we will arise, forming despise
Conceptual intent
Blessed In Contempt!
Thoughts 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 intent
Blessed in contempt!