[Testament / Billy, Skolnick, Peterson]

All that can escape me, all I realise
That it [bad word] back to me the day my father dies.
His burning eyes would stare at you
I was born a [bad word] 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 intempt!
Blessed in contempt!

Thoughts have [bad word] 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 [bad word] before I... go!

Soon! We will arise, forming despise
Conceptual intempt!
Blessed in contempt!