Botched LyricsDelaying executions
Behind a bulletproof wall
Get on your hind feet you fucking dog
These things, regarding the head -
The cops holds a thin sword above the inmate's body
"Sentences to suffer for those you made suffer."
Cocktail jester/magnifying glass
Writing, summoning pain. No mercy machine
This new kind of killer, search party, plastic tray
Drawn and quartered
Shaking violently, muscular deterioration
In the ache of a longing pain
His back is cold, but he can still feel his whole body burning
