Текст песни Fury

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.