| Knocked out cold, unconscious black
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| Knocked out cold, ambushed
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| Where am I? |
| Head hurts
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| Damn, neck is stiff
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| Can’t move
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| Blurry vision, can’t see straight
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| Close my eyes, focus
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| Starting to regain my conscious, no memory
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| Trying to move but I can’t, tied down to a chair
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| Squirming to loosen the knots but they’re rock solid
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| The panic is starting to rise
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| Trying to figure out, who would imprison me?
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| Shadow moves swift around the room and comes straight towards me
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| Lifts his hands, I try to duck to get away
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| He’s putting something on me
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| Plastic bag, total panic
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| Cutting off all air, suffocating
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| Total panic, hyperventilate
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| Taste of blood, in my mouth
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| Can’t move my arms, screaming out
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| Falling over, hit the floor, flash before my eyes, gasping for air
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| Starting to feel dizzy, try to bite the plastic bag
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| Can’t reach… life starting to slip away
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| I can feel my body, starting to give up
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| Pounding, inside my chest
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| Feels like i’m gonna blow
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| Then, suddenly, he lifts me up
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| Not much time left, I can feel him poking at my mouth
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| Poking, sticking a hole, letting me get a taste
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| Slowly, my mind is again under my control
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| I can hear him, at the end of the room
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| What the fuck is he doing?
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| A strike to my head
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| Once again knocked down
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| Rips up, steps back, lifts the bat
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| Strikes my chest, intense pain
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| The perpetrator laughs at me, can’t see but I know it’s him
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| I know this psycho wants me dead
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| Adrenaline is working fast, I want to crack this bastard’s head
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| Pierce his lungs, watch him choke
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| I sense a smell of human death
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| Realize i’m not the first to suffocate then left to rot in this room
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| The plastic bag sits tight and firm I feel it’s time to get it off
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| This cunt won’t break me he will die
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| With furious anger I start wobbling with the chair
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| Feel the wood giving in, knots loosen
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| I will break free
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| Again I feel strong
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| Fueled by hatred and lust to slay
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| Picture him beaten and dead
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| The instant my hands are free he’s back with the baseball bat
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| Smashing and pounding, time must be now for attack
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| As I charge I feel the knife, took me by surprise
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| Slicing my throat, quick I die |