Out on a mission, no submission Sharp dressed suited out they go it's torture time So many faces ,so many choices Ine miney mo the game is on your life is gone Look in their eyes don't be surprised if you just freeze to death A deadly glance is just enough to make you powerless Hearts beating, horrid feeling shake like Parkinson's The blades are out your life's a doubt they're in your house
The Torture Brothers!
Torturing is their formality Somebody better call the casualty Research and planning on their next attack There is no point on you fighting back
Sharp dressed him and his brother Never judge a book by it's cover Seeking for gore whenever they're borred Taking lives for them's a reward Twin destruction no seduction keep their path clear Come join their game and feel their pain they'll get you anyway Whilst in their hands you'll piss your pants and scream in agony Scream beg shout let me out now
The Torture Brothers!
Catch, trap, rape Stab, stwist, slice
Torturing is their formality Somebody better call the casualty Research and planning on their next attack There is no point on you fighting backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
