Lyrics: Testament. Practice What You Preach. Blessed in Contempt.

All that can escape me, all I realize
That it will come back to me the day our father dies
His burning eyes would stare at you, I was born a masochist
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 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

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 intempt
Blessed in contempt