Antithesis Songtext
von Contention

Your cold hands long to quell me
Another frail attempt
I will spit on your traditions
With my final breath


Did you trade
Your sense of rage
For a stagnant peace
In a well lit cage?
Did you trade your
Sense of self
For a glimpse of freedom
From a chemical cell?

Infinite discontent
I wield like a blade
And when your peace is shattered
I will remain

Your cold hands long to quell me
Another frail attempt
I will spit on your traditions
With my final breath


A vision of cleansing fire
Your world immersed in flame
And as you are torn asunder
I will remain