Call it, contempt or enjoyment
To be yourself, a man
Your stare can tell it
You inhale admirations
You hope to see some souls
Left to bleed in silence
Trying to hear cries who suffocate
In panting breaths
Spirit's lust may grow stronger for your sake
Will you see your lifetime as a revenge?
Delighted for standing in front-line
Your stare can tell it
Alone, you'll find your true pleasure
Your stare can tell it
Again and again,
In a moment of clarity your supremacy
Blindfold wishes are mistaken
To an horror-load energy
Mesmerized by this slave's observation
Condemned to our foul mind tricks
Only your hate's providing
Everything
Call it, exaltation or damnation
To be yourself, a man
Your stare can tell it
With your demons at your feet
Every scream, scream of soul
That stretching inside
You would be upon everything
If you could you'd bury compassion
Ambitions burns with passion and greed
Will you think to make another step behind mediocrity?
You would feel the obsession's fallen
Tears together with your contradictions
You would feel the start of pleasant descent
Tears together with your contradictions
Don't give you satisfaction