As a little boy he played strange games No toy he ever touched But when nobody looked his body cooked In his soul were burning flames
Oh my son I see your talent Waiting for such guys like you Satan's in his throne In his dark damned doom His help he'll surely send
Oh little mouse, where is your head Do you want something instead Now little bird you see my blade Now you see I know my trade Tormentor
He's the master in his own four walls Lives a life in fun Cause his only joy Is a living toy Somebody to cut off
Oh bloody body, where's your head Can't find it in this mess Misused life I can't stand it But I'll have success TormentorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
