White surgical opretion glaves Wrep up her fingers fight On the lancet spread, blood in her hand Being seen the small flesh pieces
No narcosis, no gas Before the victim concious dissappers Operation starts. On the cold marble like on ice Being lyed, body trembling With a thin wire, tied from wrists So that she cuts when it moves.
Fear - fulled eyes are looking Screams have been in silence anymore Lancet is splitting from bosom Down along the body to two It makes to be felt the pain that she suffering With the blood gashing out
All whiteness was blurred to red Coldness turned into warm Still lying down before he dies Begging god to die His last change is to wait for death
Fulling many small needles into him Sewing so tight The wound that she created with lancet Then setting her victim free A great pain inside him while he moves There is only are thing that he can do Anymore To wait for deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
