Blessed In Contempt

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!