| My eyes well with tears as I’m pinned to the floor
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| Pants full of fear, held at the throat by an attack dog
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| A blood curdling cackle emits from a shadow at the door
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| I try to struggle loose but feel a tightening jaw
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| Thrown in the cellar and violently kicked about
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| Pummelled in my ribs, back, sides, head and mouth
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| 'I needed his stereo and his widescreen TV
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| To sell down the pubs for crack money
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| Bewildered and faint after a blow to the head
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| A deeply cut gash spewing forth crimson-red
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| Tightly bound arms pulled all the way up my back
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| Hysterical screams of anguish drown out the nauseating cracks
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| Straps me to a bench with rusty hooks pushed through my skin
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| Assisted suicide-suspension of a reluctant victim
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| As I start to go limp from the insufferable pain
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| I’m awaken with a whack so I don’t miss a thing
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| It doesn’t seem real when my craniums scalped
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| Or my nose is shattered, or my teeth pulled out
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| Lost in a dark place, giving up on life
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| Awaiting my fate from the flash of a knife
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| A glance to the walls reveals blades and saws
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| If I didn’t know better I’d say he’d done this before
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| A flick of his wrist, there’s no going back
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| The last thing I see before it all goes black
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| An easy, cushy life never had to graft
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| I just turned out wrong and wasted every chance
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| I was given, so I’m finally getting what was coming to me
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| Excruciating pain and agony
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| It doesn’t seem real when my craniums scalped
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| Or my nose is shattered, or my teeth pulled out
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| Lost in a dark place, giving up on life
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| Awaiting my fate from the flash of a knife
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| A glance to the walls reveals blades and saws
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| If I didn’t know better I’d say he’d done this before
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| A flick of his wrist, there’s no going back
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| The last thing I see before it all goes black
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| An amorphous bloody body, violated and left to rot
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| Face down in the corner, another number now forgot |