The Torture Room Lyrics

I stroll in parks, looking for whore childs
With a knife and a nasty dick
I'm upset about irritated pussies
Now it's time to fresh blood

Five fingers get to your womb
Giving me deep incisions
I can taste your slobber vaginal
I can't put me pressure to stop

I can't control my killer side (it's time to strangle)
I love seeing a lot of pain, that's make me stood day by day

I tide your extremities in each point of the bed
I sew your lips and eyes, don't be shy 'cause you're
Into the torture room

I've designed a diversity of tools
To the torture
I've prepared intestinal juice
To a celiotomy
Now the party will start
I cut up your soft body
Plenty of blood splashes
(My blood, is full of excrement)

Welcome to my words
Shit runs through my veins, gets to my brain
My veins are brown color,
Now I've became in your god

The authority is behind my fucking steps
I planned every detail of this perfect crime

My unique finality is to thrash to each bitch of the garbage-place,
Show the way of the morgue

They pretend to be right about their system
Violation is their respect, and the authority doesn't watch

My unique finality is to thrash to each bitch of the garbage-place,
Show the way of the morgue

Only I must give battle, by the end
I've taken you on your knees, nothing will save you

My unique finality is to thrash to each bitch of the garbage-place,
Show the way of the morgue

I'm gonna kill without pardon
They'll taste my huge dick
I'm gonna kill without pity
They'll taste my tools

I can't control my killer side
I can't put me pressure to stop
I love seening a lot of pain,
That's make me stood day by day