I can see that torture Will be the only way To get the prisoner to talk Now morning bleaks With a shattering scream As a razor blade removes the skin on his feet But still there's no reaction Denial is his first response Must intensity my actions Skin him alive! Day two and the sessions start again The subjects pale and sleep deprived You can see his moral is broken And his sanity is frayed So I made him pray to a dog To gain a sense of humiliation And now I see reaction The confession tarts to surface So I severed two in his fingers To speed up the process Emaciated cries of horror Fill the hallways Mutilation of the subjects Caused by torture Traumatizing effects that last forever Psychological decay The legacy of Polpot lives on In the minds of the tortured Haunted forever by the memories They're plagued for the rest of their lives Once a broken man now a smell remains Of a tattered soul in pain Waiting to die The legacy of Polpot lives on In the minds of the tortured Haunted forever by the memories They're plagued for the rest of their lives Once a broken man now a smell remains Of a tattered soul sentenced to live There's no limit to the pain Bring you back from the dead Force fed feces Hanging upside down As you pray to the dog Suffocation near death Mock executions breaking you down You're confessions are in vain You don't even know the fucking names Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com