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Face down in a plastic covered room I awake |
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My entire body's screaming from excruciating pain |
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Abducted and kept in here for days on end |
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Defined to the mind of a man so vile |
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I've been beaten and burnt, molested and carved in |
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He has peeled the skin off my back with a plane |
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And with a 40-inch lead pipe and excessive force |
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He's turned my hands and knees into gore |
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Compulsive cruelty |
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My body's a canvas for his urge |
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A sick mind emerge |
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In this desperate time of need to god I turn |
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May my torturer's flesh in hell forever burn |
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A fierce panic sets in, as a new run begins |
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A sickening sensation as the drillbit meets the skin |
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Leaving gaping holes for my insides to pour through |
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My cries in vain "please end the pain" spur him on even further |
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And then a fretting sting as the acid's poured in |
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A wretched sound of hissing my organs frying within |
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Force-fed my daily drug to keep infections from spreading |
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To extend the time of torture till |
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I remain no more |
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Nothing left to hold on to |
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All hope has faded away |
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Unheeded are all my cries |
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Begging for my demise |
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A painful path into the ground |
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Never to be found |
