| Face down in a plastic covered room I awake
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| My entire body’s screaming from excruciating pain
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| Abducted and kept in here for days on end
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| Defined to the mind of a man so vile
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| I’ve been beaten and burnt, molested and carved in
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| He has peeled the skin off my back with a plane
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| And with a 40-inch lead pipe and excessive force
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| He’s turned my hands and knees into gore
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| Compulsive cruelty
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| My body’s a canvas for his urge
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| A sick mind emerge
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| In this desperate time of need to god I turn
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| May my torturer’s flesh in hell forever burn
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| A fierce panic sets in, as a new run begins
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| A sickening sensation as the drillbit meets the skin
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| Leaving gaping holes for my insides to pour through
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| My cries in vain «please end the pain» spur him on even further
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| And then a fretting sting as the acid’s poured in
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| A wretched sound of hissing my organs frying within
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| Force-fed my daily drug to keep infections from spreading
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| To extend the time of torture till
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| I remain no more
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| Nothing left to hold on to
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| All hope has faded away
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| Unheeded are all my cries
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| Begging for my demise
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| A painful path into the ground
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| Never to be found |