| Awful in pain, he is looking down to see
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| The syringes, his blood slowly tap
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| Dripping into a bucket on the floor
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| Needles thick as a wrist, his skin have pierced
|
| He found himself isolated in an eerie chamber
|
| Barbwire pressing his flesh to the bed
|
| Tightening for each breath he takes
|
| Fearing the end has come
|
| Awful in pain, he is looking down to see
|
| The syringes, his blood slowly tap
|
| Dripping into a bucket on the floor
|
| Needles thick as a wrist, his skin have pierced
|
| Dazed by his blood loss
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| He feels his life slip away
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| A light begins to shine
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| So in pain as his vessels dry out
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| Left alone in an half dead corpse
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| Still alive but dead outside
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| Still alive but dead outside
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| Execution room!
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| Execution room!
|
| He found himself isolated in an eerie chamber
|
| Barbwire pressing his flesh to the bed
|
| Tightening for each breath he takes
|
| Fearing the end has come
|
| Awful in pain, he is looking down to see
|
| The syringes, his blood slowly tap
|
| Dripping into a bucket on the floor
|
| Needles thick as a wrist, his skin have pierced |
| He found himself isolated in an eerie chamber
|
| Barbwire pressing his flesh to the bed
|
| Tightening for each breath he takes
|
| Fearing the end has come
|
| Awful in pain, he is looking down to see
|
| The syringes, his blood slowly tap
|
| Dripping into a bucket on the floor
|
| Needles thick as a wrist, his skin have pierced |