a guilt That I have never committed Thirty minutes of fear My executioner is here Every time he starts again And he tries to know the truth [chorus] Torture
guilt That I have never committed Thirty minutes of fear My executioner is here Every time he starts again And he tries to know the truth [chorus] Torture
at your house chilling 'Nah man that's my homey' 'Man fuck it - just kill him' Take a sinder arc and smash it over his head And beat his bloody open skull
at the surface He saw his face and where there were eyes Were just two white opals, two white opals Where there were eyes, there were just two white
Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery Skulls
long ago i kissed her skull sunbleached and beautiful slick-wet with diesel fuel we'll watch the midnight movie painted with the sky bleeding white butterflies
prosecute them With the torture machine they executed your sentence You mortal men don't kill the innocence My name is God don't kill your brothers [chorus] Torture
We've caught another witch We want to know the truth The torture room is ready She must say the truth We've caught another witch And now we know the
They came like wolves in the night Bringing anguish and fear Days of blood started from Spain They came with the torture instruments Demon and beasts
line of my skull that hides behind my hair and skin, I see the selfsame skull of my father, and beyond the skull of my father, the skull of my grandfather, and the skull
the rain on the windshield One of those rainy day car rides, my head implodes The atmosphere in this car, a mirror of my skull Wet, damp, windows dripping
styles old Allah just rolled, attack his skull wit a plan less bone Hit ya king with a Check that caused directly damage ya disco tech Shoulda' Protect ya Neck [Santi White
heart pounding tale of random horror Of a body count, after trashin' it, they done with it Victims inflicted with passionate punishment Specific offers of horrific torture
we present torture and sodomy Hosted by Necrophiliac and Ill Cannibill Relax n smoke your crills I'll make your eyeballs go back in your skull and come
bound Since the rich boys got away Two shovels and a skull of the widower brave Another indefinite detention Another tradition saved All hail the line of the crooked white
