Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Diary of Torture , by - Macabre. Song from the album Murder Metal, in the genre Release date: 06.10.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nuclear Blast
Song language: English
Diary of Torture |
| When you wake in pain at 8am |
| To my metal bed you are tied |
| You struggle so I take my index finger |
| And jab it several times into your eye |
| A cotton tip swab dipped in drain cleaner |
| Pokes your eyes again and again |
| I climb on your chest with an iron bar |
| And repeatedly batter your hands |
| Robert Berdella |
| Would torture young fellows |
| Until they were skin and bones |
| And when they were dead |
| The garbage man |
| Would take them away from his home |
| Robert Berdella |
| Would torture young fellas |
| Until they were dead and cold |
| Then throw them out in gerbage bags |
| To get them away from his home |
| My fist has ripped your anal wall |
| So penicillin I prescribe |
| To keep you alive and subject you |
| To much more torture before you die |
| With a home-made ballast plugged in the wall |
| 7000 volts I apply |
| With battery cables clamped on to your scrotum |
| Your testicles I will fry |