Blessed in Contempt - Intellectual

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

Incestuous 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!

And then he wants to die

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!

[Guitar Solo]

Blessed in contempt