Besedila:
Detestation

This prison I alone suffer Brought face down Have I not suffered enough Sardonic stares all my life Detestation everyway I turn Thoughts screaming through

Prevod: Detestation. Back From The Dead.

Prevod: Detestation. Your Choice.

And I want to wake up in your White, white sun And I want to wake up in your world With no pain But I'll just suffer in a hope to die someday While you

When I met you, I thought how sweet, My lonely life would now be complete If only I knew, have I no brain? You're a two faced tramp, driving me insane

Apprenticeship to my duty Learner of a higher magnitude A scholar at producing pain Don't forget to include A masters in brutality Enjoy to be, my next

I am obnoxious Surgeon of the dead Demented doctor Forensic eminence Postmortem raptor Plunder in the tombs With nauseous intentions Dead bodies I exhume

I can't deny it, I fucking like it It brings on confidence and courage that I lost I turn into it, it helps me through it Until I lie awake and contemplate

unleashed soulless hybrids conceived blasphemy victimized liars torment required sin undefined meaningless heresy answers given through pain wearing