Fury – Dam – letras

In my mind it is clear, a truth within, I hold the key;Through the fields of joy, at times of pain, I am fury.Nurture the food of my disgust, their pain will easy my victory;Before despondent, insecure, now focused on reality.My soul can shape the mould of time, I am a chosen entity;Defy the gaping wounds that cry: Fury is now becoming me.Tired of reading lies, stretched wretched whore,Soul searching plea.Lies nurture my discontent, sick of the same cursing voice.I will spit on your graves.