Prisoner Of Pain - Thyrane

No longer I can take the blame

For the things you’ve made

No longer I can hide the hate

Now I’ll confront my fate

Your words of understanding

How you are forgiving

You say your god is healing

Speak of compassion — that’s dreaming

Your holy temper spitting lies

Smiling still blindfolding my eyes

Eloquently chaining me into the wall

I’ll break out and smash down the doors

Now I realize your dubious mystery

Now I understand your translucent treachery

I have reached the peak of agony

My rage cannot reach the infinity

Prepare the face your punishment

To write your sordid testament

As you enjoy your rotten last rites

You can see the death in my eyes