Incite — Xentrix

I 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...