Stare

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