The Waiting Room Lyrics

Groggy after a skull base strike
My body is lifted of the ground by a brute
And lands brutally on two hooks
Impaled like a vulgar carcass to the butcher's
Pain wakes me immediately
My sight becomes blurred once again
I scream - I pass out

I open my eyes after an unquantifiable time
Two sores in the back remind me
That every movement is torture
A lack sound shout comes from my throat

I'm hung by hooks - I await the death blow
I'm in the waiting room - I pray for a quick death

I hear a noise, a door opens
My time has come, I'm only a meat pile
The waiting room

I'm hung by hooks - I await the death blow
I'm in the waiting room - I prayed for a quick death

Amputated an mutilated corpses surround me
A real hung flesh exhibition
I realize what deadly fate is waiting for me
I'm already dead, it's only a question of time