| Files all green 'n' buzzing in his dungeon of despair
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| Blood, slime and rot is on the chair
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| Walk, around their is vomit on the floor
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| Dark, no rescue behind the door
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| Fear the tool of pain
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| But blood goes down the drain
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| Pray
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| Oh God help me
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| The truth to stay
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| In spite of pain
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| Here, they come until I’m awaiting my own fate
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| He, looking forward to practice hate
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| Enforce, my confession, he doesn’t accept the words I say
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| Confess, he shouts while I with to slip away
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| Fear the tool of pain
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| But blood goes down the drain
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| Pray
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| Oh God help me
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| The truth to stay
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| In spite of pain
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| He’s laughing when I cry
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| My soul is paralyzed
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| When assistants rip my inner bowels
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| I wish that I could die
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| But he’s not satisfied
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| My sorrow comes not the end
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| Just horror in my mind
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| No way to understand
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| Torture seams like Hell on earth
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| No mercy is in sight
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| When he is on his fight
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| Forgotten victims just like me
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| Fear the tool of pain
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| But blood goes down the drain
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| Pray
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| Oh God help me
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| The truth to stay
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| In spite of pain
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| He’s laughing when I cry
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| My soul is paralyzed
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| When assistants rip my inner bowels
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| I wish that I could die
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| But he’s not satisfied
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| My sorrow comes not the end
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| Just horror in my mind
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| No way to understand
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| Torture seams like Hell on earth
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| No mercy is in sight
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| When he is on his fight
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| Forgotten victims just like me, just like me |