Scour A wretched soul bound in shit Fallacy and filth spew from your lips Delusions of power collect in your head Putridity and tyranny soon come to an end I lurk the shadows and whisper your name I trail your every move and become one with you, one with you I strike you down as chloroform fills your lungs. Knees grow weak and eyelids heavy. Unconscious as I drag you through the dirt. Your fate condemned by my relentless force Regaining consciousness as your fingers grip the chair. You find yourself tied down as fear begins to swell. Silence deafens your ears as panic sets in. You see me standing there to desecrate your name. A blow to the head leads to cranial fractures. Left with impaired vision and a victim of my vengeance. Bludgeoned by this hammer, the source of all my power. A wretched soul forever bound in shit Sounds of suffering now fill the room as each digit is slowly removed. Senses numbing and fluids expelled from the wounds I engrave on you. Scour I feel your soul vanish as your eyes lock into mine. Your weak will leaves you dead, a failure of your design.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
