My tools, lovely tools of grisly torture - facilitate, violent acts of therapy Captured, victims soon to be freed, of the obligations of true existence Take them to another level, a calm place, a quiet place, where all that is known is peace, and death
Inner turmoil, released via torn artery feel the stress leave as the hammer strikes again and again darkest secrets removed through the hole I cut into your stomach you will not scream, after I cut our your tongue
The hacksaw sinks its teeth into the shoulder, back and forth, over and over, apply more force as the blade hits bone, suck the marrow from the stump Depraved acts to end your suffering, wrench used for facial bludgeoning We need you awake, a scalpel will remove those pesky eyelids
It's the tool shed therapy, Your blood is all over me
Please stop bleeding, I am beginning to feel queasy Cauterize: blowtorch will weld the stub shut You scream, but you know I know what is best regurgitation, vomit into the cut open chest I will sate your fear of death, and grant you immortality never to rot, as your living carcass mummified
Entrails spill to the concrete floor, Adding to the ever growing pile of gore The bodily fluids creating a stench, at last my thirst for blood is quenched The brutality of these acts, is justified by the simple facts The people I take, I make them free, each becoming a part of me
It's the tool shed therapy, Your blood is all over me
The horror continues, for the victim still alive, dissecting for all time Exploring vital organs, while muscles are torn, chiseling the flesh off bone Suck on your guts, you're fading, no I can't lose you now, Stab you back to life with a butcher knife it's too late, you've flat linedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
