Peak

A rift of anger passes my remembrance
An outburst of hate rips my mind once again
I know about your request to retain your respect (…)
Like a mighty marauder you’re infuriate yourself into vengeance
You must feel sick when you look at yourself in the mirror
You’re intoxicating your own mind with other mistakes
My oration will be your ordeal not a secret
I won’t reveal my misgivings turned out to be true
The lethal rash on me was you
In the mist will be the fist to guide you through dictatorship
In the mist will be the fist to guide you through dictatorship
You must feel sick when you look at yourself in the mirror
You’re intoxicating your own mind with other mistakes
I’m looking for a way out to the top of my dreams
With reckless violence a world without domination
Can you hear this song, this song that I’m singing
It’s about you dropping your gloves but still I’m not swinging
Your hate is something I cannot measure
I will never bend for the pleasure of pressure
My oration will be your ordeal not a secret
I won’t reveal my misgivings turned out to be true
The lethal rash on me was you
In the mist will be the fist to guide you through dictatorship
In the mist will be the fist to guide you through dictatorship