Blessed in Contempt

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 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 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!