| An act of revenge, to torture but not to kill
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| Leave you alive to suffer, a formless crippled sack
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| Sucking life through a tube
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| Fitting punishment, for a human waste
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| In the basement, no one to see or hear
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| Your screams of anguish
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| Tied to a post, secure and strapped
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| As I begin to work on you with hammer and chisel
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| To crush and splinter bones
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| Leave you shapeless and broken
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| From your toes upward, pounding each into dust
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| Leaving your skin intact, to hold the mush within
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| Kept living and awake
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| So you feel every blow that I deliver
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| The agony of shattered limbs
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| Eyes wide open to shrick in pain
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| To feel you hips crush under
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| The weight of my sledge hammer
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| Never to walk again, taking chisels to your spine
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| Each vertebrae a delicate task
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| To split and sever from the nerve
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| Leave decimated and without function
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| Never to fuck of feel again |