| You’re here with me to tell
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| What you’ve seen
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| You tremble and shake knowing
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| Your life’s at stake
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| All around they know my name
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| I make a living inflicting pain
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| My ways are sound and once you’re bound
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| I’ll hurt my way to your center
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| Heroes die while cowards cry
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| Which one are you… will you end here…
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| Torture
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| You’ll tell me what I want to hear
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| Or I’ll cut you from ear to ear
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| With all my metal instruments
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| You’ll question all your covenants
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| Asphyxiation, your face turns blue
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| Boiling oil burns the skin
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| Electrocution, fry away your skin
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| Genital mutilation, never fuck again
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| It’s not too late to change your fate
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| So use your tongue before I puncture your lungs
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| Torture
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| You’ll tell me what I want to hear
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| Or I’ll cut you from ear to ear
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| With all my metal instruments
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| You’ll question all your covenants
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| I have several surprises in store for you
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| But you have more control than you think I do
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| Just say the right words and all this stops
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| While you stall another piece of you drops
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| One by one, your fingers and toes
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| I’ve cut them all, your blood now flows
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| Your kneecaps crushed, you walk no more
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| Blackened eyes, you see no more
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| Broken arms, broken face
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| Your heart pumps in a mortal race
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| I do this not only for my occupation
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| But also for my sadistic gratification
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| Broken people always tell the truth…
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| Many argue but never see tomorrow…
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| It’s never their saving grace…
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| I always rip off their face…
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| No remorse…
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| No apologies…
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| I’m not sorry…
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| I have no remorse for you…
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| Your death brings me pleasure…
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| Pleasure I can’t describe…
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| A pleasure you will never…
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| You will never understand…
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| As you lie and you cry…
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| I sin…
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| I enjoy…
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| I enjoy your pain…
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| Your pain it brings me pleasure…
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| You’ll never… you’ll never see another…
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| Another breath…
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| Another day…
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| You’ll never know tomorrow…
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| You’re gonna die… |