Torturetorium Lyrics

Slabs of hanging flesh
Corroded hooks pierce the skin
Alive enough to writhe in pain
The look of terror fills the eyes of victims
Oblivious to the future
Or lack thereof in front of them.

Such a vile place many victims met their doom
Asphyxiating
They gasp for air
Others ravaged by razors,
Lacerations of the flesh,
Gives a new meaning
To spilling your guts.

The stench of decay!
Pristine prom queen
Ripped from her perfect life,
She is now de-fleshed and rotting,
A skinless trophy displayed.

Slabs of flesh, oblivious to the future
Or lack thereof in front of them.

Such a vile place many victims met their doom.

Her ear-piercing screams still play
Inside his head
As he retains stripping her flesh inch-by-inch
Soon enough he grows
Tired of this former beauty
Then it's time to throw her
Into the pit of flames.