Your voice grabs my fear of losing my will to your hate If I hear one more lie,I’m going to be sick; on your lap your dogs await command Cramping inside I can feel this betrayal grow Can someone turn the fan on? The heat is rising, what a upraising Walking throw the gates of hell, knocking on the devils door, I see my father Now I accept your invitation to war, that’s been eating at my heels for too long, You should have let me be; now the demons have arrived