Incite

am the one your prophets speak of as a curse

Defile my name among the righteous

The vibe I'm giving out is something you conceive as violation

Cling onto icons made of bone

I fight your false opinions

Destroy with war of nerve

Grip life and strength within me

Until the pain returns

Rise, Erase

Distort a million reasons to despise

A million hollow outlets for your lies

My degradation your stepping stone

This discharge I can take, immune to poison ideals freeborn

I fight your false

Redress, reanimate the lifeless wills of men

Rejuvenate as one with strength of ten

To take their place in a sick society

And heal from inside lame, afflicted country torn

I fight your false...